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By 

ANGUS  MACKAY 
(Oscar  Dhu) 

Author  of 

••Donald  Morrison— The  Canadian  Outlaw" 

"A  Tale  of  the  Pioneers'* 

"Poems  of  a  Politician" 

"Pioneer  Sketches" 

Etc..  Etc. 


Illustrated 


MACKAY  PRINTING  &  PUBLISHING  CO. 

Seattle  and  Vancouver 

1918 


Coiljnight  1918  by 
ANGUS  MACKAY 


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INTROOUCnON. 


b«^  heTd'L"'  *%""«'!"  *»  ""~»ion  have 
of  R  V Tr.  V  '^Pfi"  ""d  fail  from  the  camp. 

^everal  of  the  .ong.  have  been  fired  at  the  Hun. 

.oXdaa-ln-dCtr-""  °"  *'  '-  -  »*• 

And  it  i.  not  impoMible  that  .ome  of  my  countnr- 
men  are  now  warbling  .natche,  of  my  humble  ve^e 
to  .he  accompamment  of  bagpipe,  on  the  streeU  of 
^,,,1  /'"«'>•     Many    of   the    verse,    have 

from  V,  'T  ^°  "■"'  "  '•"*"«  publication! 

from  Vancouver.  B.  C.  to  the  New  England  Sute. 
and  Ea.tem  Canada:  while  other,  appear  in  nri^ 
here  for  the  fir.t  time.  '^""' 

From  all  part,  of  the  land  I  have  received  letter, 
at  vanou.  Ume.  a.king  for  extra  copie.  of  .ome 
parucu lar  .ong  in  my  humble  collection,  which  I 
wa.  not  m  a  po.it,on  to  «.pp|y  at  the  time. 

1  *«efore  decided  to  publi.h  .ome  of  the  .ong. 
for  which  a  demand  had  been  expre^ed.  and  in  .o 
domg  offer  to  the  reading  public  in  extenuation  of 
my  offen«  the  plea  that  in  a  manner  thU  humble 
volume  I.  being  publirfied  by  reque.t 


I  offer  no  apology  for  my  "dialect"  songs  as  they 
have  already  received  the  approval  of  music  lovers 
whose  judgment  is  beyond  criticism. 

For  the  errors  which  miist  inevitably  creep  into 
the  work  of  a  non-college-bred  lumberjack,  1  crave 
the  indulgence  of  all  highbrows  who  may  resent  my 
inability  to  comb  the  classics  for  copy  to  please 
them.  All  the  merit  I  can  claim  is  the  ability  to 
rhyme  a  limerick  or  sing  a  **come-all-ye"  in  a  man- 
*  ner  perhaps  not  unpleasing  to  my  friends. 

The  lumberjacks  will  understand  me,  I  am  sure, 
and  will  appreciate  my  humble  efforts  to  entertain 
*hem. 

As  for  the  genial  highbrow,  should  he  deem  me 
an  interloper  in  the  realm  of  letters  and  imagine  that 
my  wild,  uncultured  notes  are  destro3ang  the  har- 
mony of  his  supersensitive  soul,  I  shall  "lope"  back 
to  the  tall  timber  again  and  seek  sjrmpathy  and 
appreciation  among  the  lumberjacks  of  the  forest 
primeval,  where,  amid  the  wild  surroundings  and  the 
crooning  of  the  trees,  there  is  health  for  mind  and 
body  borne  on  every  passing  breeze.  Yes,  there's 
something  strangely  healing  in  the  magic  of  the 
myrrh,  in  the  odor  of  the  cedar  and  the  fragrance 
of  the  fir. 


1  r*Y\  .*  ^."*^^  lumberjack  is  the  undisputed 
lord  of  the  lowlands  and  chief  of  the  highlands,  and 
at  the  present  time  no  soldier  in  the  trenches  or 
•ailor  on  the  rolling  deep  has  a  more  arduous  task 
^  perform  or  a  more  important  duty  to  discharge 

Toil  on  ye  Titans  of  the  tall  timbers;  steadfast 
soldiers  of  the  saw.  and  able  allies  of  the  axe.  Carry 
on  till  the  stately  trees  which  constitute  the  glory  of 
the  West  are  converted  into  ships  and  planes  in 
countless  thousands,  to  win  the  great  war  for  free- 
dom and  to  make  the  world  safe  for  democracy— 
and  lumberjacks  I 

THE  AUTHOR. 


ILLUSTRATIONS 
Frontispiece 

"Where  the  tall,  maje.tic  pine  tree  branche.  wave" |24 

"Christmas  in   Quebec" 

"Gagne's  Cavalry" 

"Sergeant-Major  Larry" 

"I  am  now  one  lumberjack" 

"Another  Findlay  like  your 


own 


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76 

110 

141 


Illustrations  bg 
Lieutenant  William  R.  JTcKap 

iDtth  Klat  U.S.A.  in  France 


CONTENTS 


DESTINY 

There-,  a  grand.  Rrand'view  unioWing' ' ' 

THE  SONS  OF  OUR  MOTHERS 

In  the  Ramah'«  of  our  day.         '^ 

CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC 

I  got  notice  sometam  lately. " 

THE  CLEVELAND  MESSAGE 

It  i.  .uch  a  fad  at  present.    ^^ 

THE  SULTAN  AT  POTSDAM. 

Mohammed.  Dammed  gift  of  God! ^' 

JOHN  LABONNS  DREAM  . 

All  la.'  night  I  was  me  dreaming. "*' 

THE  DERELICT  

I  will  write  a  -hort  ^.k^tii  ofaf^eiih^rtedwretci:      '^ 
CSAGNE'S  CAVALRY  . 

Ma  Ro.ie  write  to  me.o'meting.' ^^ 

THE  GRIPPE 

To  see  US  now  deceive—  ** 

TRUDEL'S  TRAVELS 

Said  Joe.  I  mus-  go  ^'^^'Z^io;^'^^;^^^-      '^ 

THE  END  OF  THE  TRAIL 

I  was  summoned  in  the  gloaming.' ^' 

HOMESICK  

I  am  tire-  now  for  roam'  Ro.einarVe! ^^ 

THE  GALLANT  58TH 

O  come  all  ye  loyal  volunteer*. '^ 


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THE  FENIAN  RAID 82 

From  de  countrie  of  de  Eagle, 

A  LEAP  YEAR  PARTY 87 

The  night  before  last  Hallowe'en, 

THE  HOLLERNZOLLERN'S  PRAYER 9| 

Dear  Gott,  der  weight  of  "right  devine." 

ALASKA  BOUNDARY  LINE 95 

Now  that  little  Venezuela, 

THE  GUARD  OF  LAFAYETTE 99 

Ma  Rosie  say  to  me  today, 

THE  LUMBERJACK  IO3 

We  have  songs  on  many  topics, 

THE  BOOK  AGENT IO7 

The  sun  rose  in  beauty, 

JEAN  LABONNE  1 1 1 

1  am  now  one  luinberjack, 

CANADIANS,  GUARD  YOUR  OWN 113 

"On  feet  of  clay,"  false  prophets  say, 

GUARD  THE  GAEUC 1 16 

Is  it  not  our  bounden  right? 

THE  AMERICAN  EAGLE 120 

Lofty  is  thy  habitation, 

DOrALD  MacLEOD 123 

The  sun  hath  set  and  leaves  the  day, 

OVER  THE  TOP 127 

A  lusty  lad  from  Lewis, 

THE  ALKAU  LAND 130 

I  left  my  old  home  and  my  friends  in  the  East, 

A  CHRISTMAS  DREAM I35 

One  Christmas  night  I  sallied  forth, 

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DESTINY 


There's  a  grand,  grand  view  unfolding 

And  it  pictures  our  future  goal: 
There's  a  strong,  strong  army  moulding 

Our  land  into  one  great  whole; 
There's  a  world-wide  movement  holding 

Firm  the  lines  of  our  destiny: 
And  'twill  never  cease 
Till  the  earth  finds  peace 

In  the  arms  of  Democracy  I 


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I'M 


THE  SONS  OF  OUR  MOTHERS 

In  the  Ramah's  of  our  day 
Mother,  grieve  their  hearts  away. 
Mourning  comfortless  as  Rachel  did  of  yore; 
Hoping  day  by  day  to  learn 
Of  their  absent  boy's  return 
A^d  to  hear  his  well-known  footstep,  at  the  door. 
Il>e  lilies  are  blooming  in  far-away  France— 

Bloom  O  bloom  I 
The  cannons  are  roaring  retreat  and  advance— 

Boom,  O  boom  I 
The  hell  of  their  fire  is  falling  like  rain. 
And  our  soldiers  before  it  are  falling  like  grain. 
While  the  voices  of  loved  ones  are  calling  in  vain- 
Home,  sweet  home  I 

Dear  Canadians  who  fell. 

Fighting  nobly  fighting  well. 

May  the  angels  guard  thy  rest  in  lonely  graves; 

Well  remember  "ridge"  and  "hill" 

And  rejoice  in  knowing,  still, 
TTiat  the  dea    oW  ^^^  ^^^  ^.^^  ^^^  ^^^^  ^^^  ^^^^ 

The  wild  birds  are  lilting  their  lay  on  the  breeze. 

Soft  and  low: 
A.  they  croon  to  their  ne.tling.  a.way  in  the  tree.. 

To  and  fro — 
The  young  of  the  robin  will  flit  down  the  glen 
And  return  in  the  .pring  to  the  dwelling,  of  men. 
But  the  sons  of  our  mothers  return  not  again— 

No,  ah  no  I 


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THE  SONS  OF  OUR  MOTHERS 

And  the  absent  from  the  fold> 
.    Wh«t  of  thote.  the  gay.  the  boId> 
FighUng  bravely,  dying  nobly,  to  the  fore. 
Shall  we  not  avenge  the  slain? 
Shall  our  mother,  weep  in  vain? 
Callmg.  calling  for  the  boy.  who  come  no  more. 
Dear  .oldier  boy.  dead  in  the  trenche.  of  war. 

Work  well  done! 
Your  «jrvice  for  country  there*,  nothing  can  mar. 

Fame  well  won! 
They  fought  for  the  right  in  a  cau.e  that  will  win^ 
They  died  m  a  fight  that  they  did  not  begin— 
And  you  II  pay  the  last  groat  when  we  enter  Berlin. 
Hun,  oh  Hun! 


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Christmas  in  Quebec. 


CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC. 

not     cut  the  figure      in  French  fettivit  et  now  that   it  did 

Dh'u  .o^:;7k:"3^  "^ "°  °"'  "i"  ?^°'-  •"«»'• »»-« o-*" 

«.«v  ™..  °"  '*""  """'y  de»troy.d  in  Caad.  tr. 

many  moonc 

Ye.,  I  .inc.rely  hope  that  th.  day  will  Mon  dawn  when 
th.  ban.ful  influ.nc.  of  both  De  Kuyper  and  de  ICriirwS 


I  got  notice  some  tarn  lately 
Wrote  in  Yankee  dialec*. 

Aak  me  Joe  how  I  spen*  Chrit  ma. 
On  de  10  range  of  Kebec; 

But  ba  gosh  I  doi       -rote  nottingt 
Till  de  New  Yet         s  along. 

Chris'mas  tarn  I  dance  an'  firidle. 
Eat  an'  drink  an*  sing  some  song  I 

Yes  ma  frien*  dis  ol*  man's  happy, 
Jus'  lak'  leetle  lamb  in  May  I 

Ev'ry  year  I  grow  lak  young  one. 
Wen  it  come  to  Chris'mas  day! 

Hip  ho-orahf  I  feel  lak  dancin', 
Play  for  Joe  an'  kip  good  tam, 

I'm  mos*  happy  man  in  Weedon, 
On  his  shanty  jus*  de  sam'. 


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Come  Zavier  and  clear  de  room  off. 
An*  one  dance  to  you  1*11  show. 

Dat  I  learn  on  Lampton  Comers 
More  as  t*irty  year  ago. 

It's  call  cris-cross  two-step,  quick  step. 
Up  an*  down  de  center,  too; 

Right  an*  lef*  and  swing  you*  pardner, 
Till  de  tack  fly  out  her  shoe  I 

Come  I'll  show  you  how  to  do  it, 
Tak*  de  one  you  love  de  bes*. 

Den  you  swing  it  ro'nd  lak  swirl  wind 
Or  dat  slyclone  in  de  Wes*. 

Whoop  up  gee*  jus  wash  ma  dances 
An*  hole  Paul  will  kip  good  tam. 

On  dis  side  de  Lac  St.  Francis 
I  can  skung  dem  all  de  sam*. 

T*ro*  dat  stool  on  top  de  comer. 
Push  dat  cradle  from  de  room, 

Joe  hee's  got  dis  floor  for  shak*  down 
An*  he'll  swip  it  lak  de  broom. 

Jomp  up  Jacquel  and  strak  dat  ceilin* 

Till  de  dus*  fall  on  you*  head- 
Come  Lucindal  stop  dat  squealin* 
Or  we'll  sen*  you  off  to  bed. 

Dis  is  Chris' mas  an*  one  good  one- 
Chris*  mas  come  but  once  a  year; 

Ope  dat  stove  an*  t'row  some  hood  on. 
An*  we'll  have  one,  two,  t'ree  cheerl 
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CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC 
Rig  a  gig  a  gig  jus'  wash  ma  moccasin 

An*  hole  Paul  you  kip  good  taml 
Pass  dat  jug  arond  de  grog-is-in. 

An  we'll  have  w'at  Scotch  call  "dram." 
Pass  it  ro'nd  de  room  ma  Rosie 
An*  be  sure  you  fill  de  glass; 
Ma  Joe  sen'  me  twenty  dollair 

Jus*  las'  wick  from  Lowhell,  Mass. 
Ev'ry  year  he  sen'  me  monay 

And  he  sen'  some  ol'  clothes  too— 
But  dem  duty  charge  me  custom 
Jus'  de  sam'  lak  it  was  new  I 

Shoo  I  dat  dance  has  mak'  me  tire 

Rosie  pass  de  pipe  of  clay 

Plenty  more  rat  here  in  Weedon. 

We're  Pete  Tanguay  give  it  'way. 

Here's  tobac  dat's  raise  in  Compton. 

Tak'  it  too  an'  pass  it  ro'nd 

Plentay  more  way  do'n  at  Lamptc. 

Jus'  for  twenty  cent  one  po'nd. 

Smoke  ma  frien'  an'  tak'  it  hea^. 

Till  de  fiddler  res'  his  bow 

Smudge  dis  room  till  it  grow  hazy. 

Den  we'll  have  one  nodder  go  I 

Rig-a-gig-gig  jus'  wash  ma  feet  go. 

Put  some  movemen'  in  dat  tune; 
If  a  man  is  want  for  beat  Joe 

Mus'  get  up  before  its  noon! 
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CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC 
Oh  ba  gosh  I  de  hole  man's  happy  I 

Wish  you  all  feel  sam'  lak  me. 
Canada's  de  place  spen*  Chris*  mas 

Up  at  Weedon  'mong  de  tree  I 

I  feel  bad  for  Wilfrid  Laurier, 
An'  for  all  de  beeg  Frenchman, 

Who  can  nevair  know  henjoymen' 
In  dis  worl'  de  sam's  I  can. 

Troub'  is  all  he  gets  for  breakfas*. 

An'  for  dinnair  too  I  guess — 
Charlie  Tupper's  eat  for  supper — 

An'  hee's  awful  hard  diges'l 

Den  de  nightmare  kick  lak  blazes. 

Wen  a  leetle  sleep  dey  foun* — 
I  can  sleep  me  in  dis  shanty 

Twice  as  fas'  an'  twice  as  soun*. 

I  don'  henvey  any  rich  man. 
He  can  tak'  ma  house  an'  lan*. 

But  he  can't  tak*  ma  henjojrmen' 
Lak  de  res'  w'en  hee's  deman'. 

Hee's  live  in  one  gran'  beeg  cassil — 
All  light  up  wit*  'letric  lamp — 

I  am  Joseph  in  dis  shanty. 

An'  my  shanty's  in  de  swamp; 

But  ba  gosh  I'm  far  more  happies 
Den  beeg  man  in  house  of  stone — 

Byemby  he'll  be  lak  Joseph — 
Six  feet  land  is  all  he'll  own  I 


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CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC 

Come  here  Pierre  ma  treat's  grow  wheezy, 
Pass  de  glassware  roun*  for  change^ 

Wash  ma  Rosie.  a'nt  she  daisy? 
She's  de  bes'  cook  on  de  range. 

Ev'ry  year  w'en  it  come  Chris'mas. 
Rosie  geeve  me  loto  to  heat 

Pie  an'  stoughnut — cake  an*  cookie- 
Bun  an'  two  t'ree  kin'  of  meat. 

Ev'rsrt'ing  she's  good  for  cook  it, 

An*  de  pork  she's  good  for  fry. 

She  can  flip  dat  bockwheat  pancake 
Lak  de  twinkle  of  you'  eye  I 

Yes  ba  gosh  I  ma  wife  hee's  good  wan, 
Nevair  scold  me  w'en  I'm  sick: 

An'  she  raise  it  twenty  young  wan 
Nevair  learn  dat  "Yankee  trick"! 

Plenty  vote  to  swing  de  'lection 

Twenty-two  or  twenty-three; 
But  I'm  ask  for  no  Protection 

For  my  Infant  Industry  I 

Dat's  de  cry  I  like,  "all  ready"! 

Sopper's  on  de  tab*  at  las' — 
Girl  an*  boy  fall  in  ma  hearty — 

Hungry  fom  de  midnight  Mass. 
Come  Joseph  an'  bring  Louiser, — 

Don*  be  squeeze  her  all  night  long — 
Joe,  1  know  is  lak  hee's  fadder — 

Jus'  de  sam*  w'en  1  was  young! 
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CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC 
Now  rU  pass  de  jug  for  luck,  me. 

Drink  de  he'lt'  of  frien*  an*  foe— 
Plenty  more  at  Dudswell  Junction, 
Ma  frien*  Gauthier  tole  me  to. 

Dis  is  firs*  class  liquidation. 
Jus*  one  glaw  will  pay  de  tax; 

Two  o.'  t*ree  \n\l  lif  de  mortgage- 
All  de  worl*  is  mine  wit*  six! 

What's  de  use  for  feel  downhearted? 

Plenty  life  in  barley  juice; 
Dat's  w'at  mak*  dis  ol*  rnan  happy— 

But  some  tam  it  raise  de  duce. 

Eat  an*  drink  an*  feel  contentmen*. 

Till  de  holiday  pass  by; 
Den  ol*  Joe  mus*  tackle  snow 

An*  chop  de  hood  an*  hew  de  tie. 

I  got  credit  from  de  storekeep 

Bean  an*  pork  an*  pea  an*  flour. 

An*  I  promise  pay  in  cordhood 

An*  its  tak*  me  many  hour. 

Scoonkin  coat  I  got  from  Tanguay, 
For  to  tak*  me  warm  to  church. 

An*  he  tole  me  pay  heem  sometam*, 
Wen  I  haul  de  spruce  an*  birch. 

Plenty  work  for  Joe  in  winter 

Brak  de  rnp.d  an*  haul  de  hood. 

But  hole  Joe  hee's  nevair  worry- 
Not  so  long  hees  he'lt*  is  good. 
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CHRISTMAS  IN  QUEBEC 

Dm  ia  holiday  at  presen*. 

I  won*t  cut  me  one  dem  stick 
Till  I  have  ma  Chria'mas  hoorah. 

An*  it  always  las*  a  wick  I 

Den  ril  say  good  bye  to  ol*  year 

An*  w*en  New  Year  come  on  deck. 
1*11  tole  Yankee  how  ol*  Joseph 

Spen*  his  Chris*mas  on  Kebec. 
Ri«.a-gig.a^gig.  jus*  wash  me  moccarin. 

An   ol*  Paul  wUl  kip  good  tam; 
fan  de  ,ug  aro'n*  de  grog  is  in 

An  we'll  have  w*at  Scotch  call  "dram.- 


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Tk*  Maming  hostile  spirit  towards  the  United  States  per> 
▼eding  some  of  the  sketches  in  this  volume  is  more  apparent 
than  real,  as  they  were  introduced  in  the  spirit  of  fun  to 
accentuate  the  oddities  of  certain  characters,  and  not  to 
disparage  our  neighbor;  for  notwithstanding  petty  quarreb 
and  misunderstandings  we  always  loved  our  great  big,  bluff 
brother  to  the  South. 

^  We  always  maintained  that  closer  relationship  with  our 
kindred  people  was  our  manifest  destiny  and  that  noth- 
ing could  happen  that  would  keep  us  permanently  apart. 
According  to  this  song,  written  many  years  ago,  we  have 
been  "interwooing"  and  "intermarrying"  for  a  long  time. 
We  have  been  flocking  to  their  cities  and  they  have  been 
flocking  to  our  farms,  and  naturally  the  ties  between  ua 
have  been  growing  stronger  with  the  years. 

Consequently  when  the  present  great  war  engulfed  tho 
world  in  a  holocaust  of  blood,  kindred  cried  to  kindred  and 
the  resulting  alliance  was  both  natural  and  logical. 

Time  alone  can  prove  the  value  of  the  services  rendered 
the  Allied  cause  in  this  great  war  by  British  Americans  and 
Americanadians  residing  in  the  United  States. 

The  Germans  and  pro-Germans  of  this  country  thot  in 
their  overweening  pride  with  overbearing  Kultur  to  obtain 
a  greater  "pull"  with  Uncle  Sam  than  we  possessed.  By 
the  most  cunning  propaganda  ever  known  they  endeavored 
to  widen  the  breach  between  brother  Jonathan  and  John 
Bull,  but  failed  miserably.  While  they  "hoched"  for  the 
"fatherland"  till  the  cows  came  home,  we  "coached"  for 
the  "motherland"  till  the  children  came  home  I 

Kultur  may  be  a  powerful  persuader  but  the  call  of  the 
blood  is  more  powerful  still,  and  when  the  old  lion  roared 
his  appeal  the  sound  went  round  the  world,  and  the  whelps^ 
true  to  their  breed,  gathered  from  all  coiners  of  the  earth, 
not  into  alien  jungles,  but  home  I  The  fur  is  now  flying  and 
blood  is  floiwing,  and  when  the  combatants  shall  have 
emerged  from  the  great  conflict  the  two  powerful  branches 
of  the  English-speaking  peoples  will  be  bound  together  in 
ties  of  friendship  stronger  than  ever  before,  and  by  thunder 
they  will  not  be  under  I 


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HOW  CANADA  AND  THE  U.  S. 
MAY  BECOME  ONE. 

It  is  such  a  fad  af  present 

For  each  poet  effervescent. 
To  assail  the  "cross"  or  "crescent" 

And  the  "Cleveland  message"  grim; 
That  we  pondered  for  a  minute 

Thinking  we  would  not  be  "in  it" 
If  we  did  not  aid  some  Linnet 

With  a  little  of  our  din. 

Now  were  not  at'all  unwilling 

To  receive  a  course  of  "drilling" 
If  successful  in  dispelling 

Just  a  little  of  the  mist 
Which  is  hanging  thickly  over 

Our  detractor,  brother  Grover, 
And  that  rank  sedition  mover. 

Called  the  jingo  journalist. 

There  are  men  among  you  moving 

Who're  ostensibly  peace  loving, 
While  their  conduct's  always  proving 

The  reverse  to  be  their  toast; 
They  eternally  are  blowing 

Like  a  game  cock,  bent  on  showing 
By  his  loud  defiant  crowing 

That  he's  there  to  rule  the  roost  I 

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Tho*  you  send  a  warlike  "meMage* 

Do  not  punctuate  its  passage 
Coring  "cut  'em  into  sassage. 

Now  beware,  you  crippled  cuss": 
All  such  ravings  out  of  season 

Should  be  classified  as  treason. 
Guard  your  tongues  and  use  your  reason 

In  considering  the  'fuss.*  " 
If  again  your  mind  should  rove 

Around  the  dud  of  Carnage  Grover. 
We  would  have  you  think  it  over 
In  the  light  of  common  sense; 
Ponder  well  the  pain  and  labor 

It  would  cause  .-^j   ^uell  your  neighbor; 
And  be  sure  you  h.ae  your  saber 

'Ere  you  venture  through  our  fence. 
Why  rely  on  jingo  blowing 

If  you're  bent  upon  subduing 
Brave  Canadians  who've  been  growing 

Since  they  met  Montgomery? 
Drop  your  qrstematic  hounding. 

And  your  epithets  loud  sounding 
For  we've  pipers  here  abounding 

Who  could  blow  you  out  to  seal 
If  you  saw  bold  piper  Ronald 

Of  the  warlike  Clan  Macdonald. 
And  the  way  in  which  he  pommelled 

O'er  a  hundred  of  your  ranks; 

You  would  soon  be  after  wishing 

You  had  always  kept  a-fishing 

Right  at  home,  instead  of  swishing 

Warlines  over  Britain's  banks  I 

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And  it  leenM  to  u«  ao  very 

Queer  that  Highlanders  who  quarry 
Monumental  stones  at  Barre, 

Did  not  scare  away  your  frovms: 
Had  they  started  with  their  hammers 

Down  among  your  city  bummers, 
It  would  take  you  many  summers 

To  repopulate  your  towns. 
Yea,  at  prospects  of  a  battle 
From  old  Bangor  to  Seattle 
Each  Canadian  would  skedaddle 
To  defend  his  home  and  kin; 
And  from  Picton  to  Vancouver 

We  would  welcome  each  one  over; 
Thus  united,  brother  Grover. 

Would  you  have  a  chance  to  win? 
Then  relinquish  Yankee  dodges. 

We  would  warn  you  to  be  cautious; 
Silence  rabid  Cabot  Lodges 

And  your  jingo  journalists. 
Friendship's  thread  already  slender 

Needs  a  sapient  defender — 
As  the  lion's  tail  is  tender 

From  so  many  ruthless  twists  I 
We  have  often  heard  it  stated 

When  by  jingoists  berated. 
That  the  people  here  were  fated 

To  be  "taken  in  by  Sam." 
But  believe  us,  brother  Grover. 

Coming  ages  will  discover 
That  you  cannot  get  us  over 
In  that  manner  by  a  d         .| 
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There's  another  way  that's  better 
Than  coercion  and  the  fetter, 
And  well  tell  you  in  this  letter 
How  to  circumvent  the  end: 
Cultivate  a  Better  feeling 

For  your  neighbor  in  your  dealing— 
A«  you'll  never  see  us  kneeling 
For  the  favors  you  can  lend. 
Let  events  their  course  pursuing 

Glide  along  as  they've  been  doing- 
Let  our  people  interwooing 

Intermarry — buy  and  sell; 
Let  your  friendly  salutation. 

Be  extended  to  this  nation. 
Let  the  law  of  gravitation 

Do  the  rest— and  all  is  well! 
You  have  often  sold  a  daughter 

To  some  dude  across  the  water. 
While  the  title  high(?  which  bought  her 

You  so  seemingly  ignore; 
Why  not  send  us  a  cotillion 

Of  those  girls  who  own  a  million 
For  our  hardy  northern  gillian 
On  the  old  Canadian  shore? 
You  may  think  this  would  not  do,  but 

We  can  tell  you  that  your  "blue  blood" 
Isn't  "in  it"  with  the  true  blood 

Of  our  bracing  Northern  clime — 
Better  far  to  take  their  chances 

With  Xavier  at  Lac  St.  Francis 
Than  to  purchase  the  advances 
Of  coin  hunters  of  our  timel 

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Enter 
SECOND  SONS 


Mohammed  Dammed,  gift  of  God  I 

The  Sultan's  second  son. 
Enjojrs  a  pilgrimage  abroad 

With  Eitel  Fritz  the  Hun. 

These  second  sons,  of  sons  of  guns. 
Are  sure  some  friendly  foes; 

But  to  what  length  their  friendship  runs 
Jehovah  only  knows. 

Just  now  the  Sultan,  also,  dines 
At  Williams'  kultured  kourt. 

And  downs  the  Kaiser's  doctored  wines 
While  Kaiser  downs  his  porte. 

One  day  young  Dammed  said  to  Fritz: 
"Who  started  this  fool  row? 

Whoever  did  was  void  of  wits. 
As  you  must  know  by  now." 


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THE  SULTAN  AT  THE  KAISER'S  KOURT 

Sftid  Eitel,  "Though  I'm  from  MiMour. 

Some  tay  it  wm  my  Dad ; 
But  as  they're  going  to  Bag-dad  sure. 

He'll  wiah  he  never  had." 

Said  Dammed.  "If  they  bag  your  Dad 
They'll  bag  my  Daddy  mire. 

And  make  him  wiah  he  never  had 
Come  here  to  seek  a  cure. 

"Your  father  promised  mine  to  yrin 

From  Cork  to  Timbuctoo; 
If  we  would  throw  our  Turkey  in 

Your  bloody  Pota-dam  brew  I 

"Betides,  he  promised  on  demand 

Star-eyed  Parisian  pearls  I 
Great  hunks  of  Greece.  Manhattan  and 

A  thousand  chorus  girls  I 

"He  also  swore  by  every  beard 

The  prophets  ever  tore. 
That  great  Mahomet  had  appeared 

Before  his  chamber  door. 

And  hurled  his  mantle — so  revered— 
The  blooming  transom  o'er; 
And  hence  my  foolish  father  feared 
The  awful  robe  he  wore!" 


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Fritz  gazed  neon  the  rolling  Rhine 

With  bleaxy,  beery  eyes. 
And  as  he  sips  his  foaming  stein. 

To  Dammed  thus  replies: 

"Thy  father  was  a  howling  mutt 

Thus  to  believe  my  sire; 
For  'scraps  of  paper*  never  cut 

Much  ice  with  any  liar. 

"That  he  has  promised  you  too  much 

Cannot  be  well  denied; 
For  many  things  will  'beat  the  Dutch,* 

I  find  since  Hannah  died. 

"My  dad  and  'first  born*  started  out. 

To  eat  the  world  in  gobs. 
But  now  they're  down  to  spuds  and  krout. 

And  what  the  army  robs. 

"I  have  no  patience  with  the  bunch 
That  failed  to  win  from  France, 

The  crown  prince  plainly  lacks  the  punch- 
Why  not  give  me  a  chance? 

'A  million  soldiers  good  and  true 
Went  down  to  death  for  him. 
And  chances  still  of  'breaking  thru,* 
Are  daily  growing  slim. 


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"I  love  him  not,  nor  yet  his  clique. 
Who  deem  themselves  so  smart: 

I'd  like  to  serve  them  all  a  kick 
Where  their  Prince  Alberts  part. 

*To  whip  the  French,  they'll  have  to  sail 

Thru  blood  to  gay  Paree — 
Here's  hoping  Poilus  will  not  fail 

To  make  crown  prince  of  me  I 

"For  O,  I'd  love  to  have  a  peep 

Into  that  promised  land  I" 
Thus  saying  Eitel  fell  asleep— 

And  snored  to  beat  the  band! 

And  while  Eitel  was  dreaming. 

Of  something  or  other. 
The  son  of  the  Sultan 

Wrote  home  to  his  mother. 

"On  Linden  when  the  sun  was  low," 

The  Sultan's  second  wrote. 
These  mild  impressions  of  the  foe. 

That  has  his  father's  goat: 


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Dear  ma,  according  to  my  pledge, 
I  write  these  lines  to  thee. 
While  sitting  on  the  ragged  edge 
In  dear  old  Germany. 

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"I'm  at  the  court  of  last  resort. 

Our  ro;  il  Ali  Bill's: 
And  ft  and  my  fat/-  sr  at  the  port 

Fort  otting  all  h'.  ills. 

"Compared  with  livers  over  here 
Dad's  health  is  fairly  good. 

And  sure,  that  boy  was  full  of  cheer. 
On  'burning  deck'  that  stood. 

Great  doctor  Kaiser,  best  of  men  I 

To  cure  dad's  mal-a-dy; 
Injects  his  Kultur  now  and  then 

In  dad's  anatomy. 

"This  Kultur  is  a  German  germ 

That  germinates  a  juice. 
Which  in  its  turn  creates  a  worm 

That  generates  the  ducel 

"I'm  not  well  up  on  wormy  laws. 
Nor  how  this  Kultur's  spread, 

I  only  know  its  use  will  cause 
A  swelling  of  the  head  I 

"I  think  we'll  not  prolong  our  stay. 

There  are  no  harems  here; 
The  women  have  no  time  for  play. 

The  men  no  time  for  cheer. 

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"They's  raising  crops,  but  none  to  sell. 

As  few  would  want  their  goods: 
The  men  are  busy  raising  hell  — 

The  women  raising  spuds  I 

"The  spuds  are  raising  women's  sons — 

The  sons  all  fight  for  Bill, 
And  thus  it  runs  that  all  the  Huns 

Are  simply  raising  hell  I 

"I  heard  a  'concert  of  the  Powers' 

One  stormy  night  of  late, 
And  there,  of  course,  the  joy  was  ours 

To  hear  the  'Hymn  of  Hate.* 

It  seems  to  be  the  only  song 
That  all  the  boches  know. 
And  slips  with  ease  from  every  tongue 
Where  'Uber  alles'  grow. 

"They  sang  the  'Hymn*  with  awful  vim, 

And  turning  round  our  way. 
They  looked  at  me  and  smiled  at  'him,' 

As  much  as  if  to  say, 

"  'There's  not  a  Turk  can  beat  that  work. 

Twas  made  in  Germany  I' — 
"That  may  be  so,  but  by  my  dirk, 

I  think  the  Turk  will  try!' 


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"Yea  classed  with  watchdogs  of  the  Rhine, 
And  dastard  deeds  they've  done, 

Our  dad,  I  swear,  doth  really  shine 
A  saintly  paragon  I 

"He  felt  ashamed  that  any  race. 

Of  earth  or  Hell  below. 
Could  so  outshine  him  to  his  face — 

In  hatred  of  a  foe  I 

«  •  «  «  • 


"I  pity  the  Armenian 

When  dad  gets  back  to  work  again; 
For  he  has  tortures  now  in  store 

Eclipsing  all  he  knew  before  I" 

Enter  the  Clown  Prince. 

ihe  next  upon  the  prograun  was 
The  Kaiser's  eldest  son. 
Who  sang  to  thunders  of  apeplause 
*Der  land  vare  ve  ver-dun'I 

"And  as  his  tears  on  Brussels  flow. 

His  voice  pathetic  grew, 
While  singing  solemnly  and  low 

'I  see  my  Waterloo  I 

"  Tm  sick  and  sore  and  sorry  and 

I'm  licked  and  lonely,  too: 
Vile  odders  see  der  Vaterland 

I  see  mine  "Vaterloo"!  Boo-hool' 


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"Dear  mother  it  was  sad  I  claim 

To  hear  him  blubber  so; 
The  blooming  boob  is  not  to  blame 

For  what  he  doesn't  know. 

"From  infancy  they  taught  the  kid 

To  bank  on  'right's  divine'; 
And  that  no  matter  what  he  did 

The  Lord  wcs  with  his  'Line.' 

"And  so,  when  shot  and  shell  and  trench. 

And  'Me  und  Gott*  und  Co. 
Had  failed  to  crush  the  hated  French. 

It  queered  his  status  quo  I 

"But  Kaiser  Bill  was  on  the  job. 

And  said  "it's  getting  late;" 
We'll  dry  the  tear  and  swab  the  sob 

And  sing  the  'Hymn  of  Hate.' 

And  so  they  sang  the  'hsrmn'  again 

To  stimulate  the  prince: 
And  encored  with  that  sad  refrain 
'The  days  of  auld  lang  since.' 

"Then  Kaiser  rising  with  a  spring 

•aaid.  Gentlemen  a-hem — 
Our  friend,  the  Sultan,  now  will  sing 

The  "New  Jerusalem"! 


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"  *And  after  that,  excuse  the  joke. 
He'll  sing  that  song  of  caste, 

The  'Turkey  in  the  Straw,  that  broke 
The  Camel's  back  at  last."  ' 

"The  Kaiser's  kounsel  knocked  the  spots 

Off  father's  self  command. 
For  he  had  such  unholy  thots, 

Anent  the  Holy  Land. 

"But  he  was  game  as  old  McBeth, 

Resolved  to  do  or  die; 
The  odor  of  his  very  breath 

Was  'comin'  thru  the  rye': 


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My  breath  is  hot  enough  to  stew. 
My  blood  is  hot  within 
From  being  chased  like  Moses  thru 
The  "Wilderness  of  Sin." 

**  "They're  chasing  me  across  the  sand- 
Don't  mention  Waterloo! — 

From  Dan  unto  Beersheba  and 
A  little  further,  too. 

"  'The  sand  is  hot  along  the  trail, 

Jersualem  how  hot — I 
And  as  I  hear  those  bagpipes  wail, 

I  murmur.  Oh  great  Scot! 


It!- 


THE  SULTAN  AT  THE  KAISER'S  KOURT 

"  'Behind  each  chanter  blows  a  Gael. 

Loud,  strong  and  piping  hot; 
And  those  en-chanters  never  fail 

To  make  me,  Turkey,  trot  I 

"And  woe  betide  deluded  ones 

Who  meet  this  kilted  race. 
And  dftem  the  grim  denuded  ones 

But  females  out  of  place  I 

"Engage  them  in  a  bayonet  charge 
And  dupes  will  quickly  find. 

Those  skirts  are  worn  to  camouHage 
The  dynamite  behind  I 

"O  demons  of  the  fighting  line. 

Whose  limits  are  the  earth; 
The  empire  great  in  which  you  shine 

Doth  bless  thy  place  of  birth. 

"Ubiquitous,  pugnacious  Scot. 

You've  nobly  done  your  share; 
For,  ev€i  where  the  fighting's  hot. 
The  Tartan  flutters  there  I 

"Yea  Turkey  Trot  and  Tanko  tunel 

Those  dances  are  the  style. 
We  hop  to  their  compelling  rune 

From  Baltic  to  the  Nile.' 


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THE  SULTAN  AT  THE  KAISER'S  KOURT 

"The  Kaiser  didn't  quite  approve 
The  course  the  Sultan  chose. 

And  deemed  it  time  that  he  should  mori 
The  Turkish  mouth  to  close. 

"  *He*s  taken  too  much  Scotch  in  tow 

Their  praises  thus  to  sing: 
The  next  we  know  he'll  queer  the  show 

And  dance  the  Highland  Fling  I* 

"And  as  they  led  the  Turk  to  bed. 

He  said  the  deal  was  raw-— 
Yes  raw  and  red,  'pipe  up,'  he  said 

With  Turkey  in  the  Straw!' 

"Here  i^eik-Ul-Islam  bang  arose 

And  cried  it  wasn't  fair. 
To  stem  the  golden  flood  that  flows 

From  Allah's  chosen  heir. 

"  'Mine  is  the  will,'  said  Kaiser  Bill. 

TTiat  rules  the  world  today; 
No  kings  or  khans  or  Gods  or  clans 

Can  these  my  words  gainsay.' 

"And  then  to  prove  that  he  was  king 

And  Ruler  over  all. 
He  ordered  Hindenberg  to  sing! 

Or  rather  lead  the  bawl. 


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THE  SULTAN  AT  THE  KAISER'S  KOURT 

*Then  Hindenburg  mid  many  raut 

Essayed  a  clever  line; 
The  song  he  sang  with  fervor  was. 

*Fair  Byng-in  on  the  Rhine.* 

"The  song  a  sad  one  in  its  day. 
Brought  some  to  verge  of  tears: 

But  when  they  heard  Von  Hinden  bray 
The  place  was  near  all  jeers  I 

*'  'You're  off  your  line,*  the  singers  iaui^ 

Von  Hindenburg  said  'Nay, 
I'm  only  wobbling  on  the  staff, 

My  bass  is  weak  today.* 


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Your  vocal  chords  are  out  of  joint. 
Your  lines  are  running  wrong, 
Therefore  I  think  I  will  appoint 
Myself  to  sing  a  song.* 

"So  sa3dng.  Kaiser  Bill  arose 
And  clearing  out  his  throat. 

Assumed  that  well  known  lordly  pose  I 
And  sang  without  a  note. 

"The  music  with  me  still  abides, 

My  ears  with  discord  ring: 
Dear  mother  you  would  split  your  sides. 

To  hear  the  Kaiser  sing. 


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THE  SULTAN  AT  THE  KAISER'S  KOURT 

"O.  why  the  agony  prolong? 

This  was  the  burden  of  his  song: 

"  'On  der  shore  of  Italy 

Mine  Spag-etta  vaits  for  me, 

I  ani  longing  so  for  thee 

Mine  dear  Venus  by  der  sea. 

**  *Und  anodder  maiden  fair. 
She  V08  vaiting  'over  there/ 

Und  I'll  take  mine  supmarine, 

Und  mine  super-air-machine, 

Und  'Columbia  der  Chem  of  der  Ocean* 

Vill  soon  be  mine  own  Kaiserinef  *' 

Here  Eitei  woke  and  poked  my  ribs, 

And  whispered  in  my  ear, 
'The  words  to  suit  his  royal  nibs 

Would  thusly  run,  I  fear." 

"Fair  Seunt  Helena  is  the  maid, 

That  calls  thee  to  her  side — 
She  is  lonely,  I'm  afraid, 

Since  her  former  war-lord  died!" 


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THE  SULTAN  AT  THE  KAISER'S  KOURT 

TwM  at  this  point  a  warning  dire 
Came  Hertling  thru  the  hall. 

And  danced  in  words  of  lurid  fire 
Upon  the  gilded  wall. 

And  "Mene.  Mene."  once  again 

A  tyrant's  eyes  behold. 
The  writing  on  the  wall  was  plain 

As  in  the  days  of  old. 

And  gazing  on  that  fiery  scroll 

The  guilty  Kaiser  quake»— 
May  God  have  mercy  on  his  soul 

When  Germany  awakes  I 


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40 


If 


JOHN  LABONNE'S  DREAM 

Or 

A  SAD  AWAKENING 


A  Song  ol  the  TmicliM 


H 


All  las*  night  I  was  me  dreamin*. 

Dreamin*  where  de  cannon's  roar. 
An*  my  spirit,  so  it's  seemin*. 

Wend  its  flight  to  home  once  more. 
Dare  I  heard  de  church  bells  ringin* 

An*  de  robin  red  breas*  singin . 
Back  to  me  de  tam  was  bringin* 

Wen  I  part  wit'  Rosemarie. 

Rosemariel  De  bells  are  ringin*.  oh  how  sweet  de 
melodiel 

Rosemariel  De  robin's  singin*.  an*  iu  always  caUin* 
me! 


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X)HN  LABONN'S  DREAM 

It  WM  tpringtmin  an'  all  nature 

Seem  to  join  de  robin's  song. 
All  de  sheep  an*  cattle  feel  it. 

For  de  winter  was  so  long. 
O.  it  waa  one  joyful  meetin', 

Ev'ry  creature  give  me  greetin'. 
An'  ma  heart  tattoo  was  beatin* 

Wen  I  t'ink  of  Roaemarie. 


Roaemarie,  ma  heart  ia  beatin',  O  how  iweet  dat 

pain  can  be  I 
Rosemarie,  it  kips  repeatin'.  an'  each  beat  is  true 

to  thee. 

Springtam  creep  along  de  meadow, 

Springtam  whisper  en  de  hill; 
Were  de  sunshine  chase  de  shadow 

Ro'nd  ma  home  at  St.  Camille. 
Dare  it  stood,  ma  well  knovgi  dwellin', 

Dat  I  love  beyond  de  tellin'. 
And  ma  heart  in  me  was  swellin* 

Wen  1  see  ma  Rosemarie. 

Rosemarie,   my  heart  is  swellin',   and   it's  all   for 

love  of  thee  I 
Rosemarie,  it  kips  on  tellin'  dat  you're  all  de  worl* 

to  me  I 


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JOHN  LABONN*S  DREAM 

Joyfully  the  come  to  meet  me. 

Wit'  de  love  light  in  her  eye; 
Smilin'  tni*  de  tean  she  greet  me— - 

Nevaire  more  to  say  good  bye. 
Wen  I  see  dem  tear  drop  fallin*. 

Jus*  lak  dew  of  early  momin*. 
Hangel  voices  seem  lak  callin, 

Callin'  Joe  to  Rosemariel 

f 

Rosemarie,    de   angels'   callin*.   O   how  sweet   dal 

soun'  to  me  I 
Rosemarie.  you'  tear  drops  fallin'  coax  ma  heart 

acroiis  de  seal 


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Paradise  den  open  to  me, 

As  she  whisper,  "Welcome  home." 
To  my  arms  her  form  I  drew  me-— 

Den,  Sapre!  I  wake,  an'  boom  I 
Roar  of  gun  for  church-bell  ringin'. 

Howl  of  Hun  for  robins'  singin* — 
Loving  arms  no  more  are  clingin*: 

War  is  hell,  sweet  Rosemarie  I 


»  I 


Chorus 
Rosemarie,  de  bells  are  ringin, 

O,  how  sweet  dat  melodiel 
Rosemarie  I  de  robins*  singin* 

An'  its  always  callin'  me! 


i'i 


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THE  DEREUCT 

(When  Seattle  Wnt  Wide  Open.) 


i.'il 


I  will  write  a  short  sketch 

Of  that  free  hearted  wretch 

Whom  all  fakir*  delight  to  espy. 

He  is  seen  every  day 

Just  below  Yesler  Way, 

Either  "full"  or  distressingly  "dry". 

He  alights  from  the  train. 

Or  a  boat  from  the  main. 

With  intentions  both  honest  and  clear. 

But  the  weak-minded  wight. 

Led  astray  before  night. 

Is  filled  full  of  doped  whiskey  and  beer. 

How  alluring  and  bright 

Is  each  glittering  light. 

As  he  joyfully  watches  the  throng; 

And  his  spirits  are  gay 

As  a  bird's  are  in  May, 

And  as  gayly  conducive  to  song. 

How  seductive  the  speech 

In  which  siren's  beseech 

Him  to  share  the  delights  of  their  spree. 

Ev'ry  man  in  the  set 

Is  "hail  fellow  well  met". 

And  each  woman  delightfully  free  I 


THEDEREUCT 

There's  a  wink  from  the  "trap*". 

And  a  meal  with  the  Japt, 

And  a  shuffle  of  cards  as  they  go. 

There's  a  trip   to  the  play, 

A  few  "smiles"  by  the  way. 

And  a  box  by  themselves  at  the  show. 

O  how  slyly  they  wink 

As  they  sip  at  their  drink. 

And  maliciously  help  him  to  his; 

And  he  drinks  it,  alas  I 

'Though  the  foam  on  the  glass 

Floats  around  with  a  death-dealing  fizz. 

Thus  the  night  passes  by 

Till  the  victimized  "guy" 

Is  sufficiendy  "doped"  to  "go  through"; 

And  the  stupefied  lout. 

When  he's  finally  out. 

Will  possess  but  a  nickel  or  two. 

Wholly  drunk,  and  half  blind. 

With  confusion  of  mind. 

And  to  rum-selling  vultures  a  prey. 

He  is  found  at  the   "Mug" 

Takes  a  ride  to  the  jug. 

And  there  slumbers  his  potions  away. 


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THE  DEREUCT 

Coming  out  the  next  mom. 

Sober,  sick  and  forlorn. 

To  a  world  that  has  quickly  grown  cold  I 

A  poor  outcast  he  roams 

While  in  sumptuous  homes 

Whilom  friends(?)  are  enjosring  his  gold. 

Where  is  now  the  glib  friend 

Of  his  bounty  to  lend 

The  poor  devil  the  price  of  a  plate? 

He  has  vanished  like  mist 

Of  the  morning,  sun-kissed — 

And  the  victim  is  left  to  his  fate. 


Not  a  wink  from  a  lass. 

Nor  a  clink  from  a  glass. 

With  "your  health",  as  it's  borne  to  the 

lips; 
Not  a  sign  from  a  trap. 
Not  a  bite  from  a  Jap^ 
All  his  sunshine  has  suffered  eclipse! 


mvite 


Not  a  kinG.y 

From  the  friends  of  the  night. 

To  "step  in  and  have  something  on  me." 

Not  a  drop  from  the  fakes 

Just  to  steady  the  shakes, 

And  to  "knock"  the  effects  of  the  spree. 


THEDEREUCT 

As  he  wanders  the  street 

Not  one  friend  does  he  meet. 

Not  a  soul  that  will  greet  him  today; 

"Broke"  and  hungry — alone. 

With  a  heartrending  moan. 

He  must  totter  along  to  the  bay. 

O,  the  groans  which  now  surge 

With  the  tones  of  a  dirge 

From  that  soul  so  late  given  to  song. 

And  how  scenes  long  since  £  jd 

Like  a  wail  from  the  dead. 

Rise  to  hasten  his  footsteps  along. 

Yea,  dim  memories  rush 

To  his  mind,  and  a  flush 

Of  deep  shame  drives  all  pallor  away. 

As  he  thinks  of  the  East 

And  the  home  he  has  lost 

By  the  life  that  leads  on  to  the  bay. 

"Robbed  and  wronged  all  around," 
Is  the  sob  of  the  sound. 
But  no  mortal  comes  forward  to  save; 
So  vdth  mutterings  of  wrath 
He  goes  down  to  his  death 
Through    the   green,    clammy   depths   of 
the  waves. 


I  M 


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THEDEREUCT 


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Hark  the  tones  of  despair 
Which  arise  on  the  air 
From  the  shades  of  the  low  moaning  bay; 
They  will  float  through  the  years 
And  encircle  the  spheres. 
And   be   heard    at   the   great  Judgment 
Day. 

Soon  a  poor,  bloated  form. 

Tossed  about  by  the  storm. 

Floating  'round  on  the  crest  of  each  wave. 

With  seaweed  for  a  shroud. 

Is  beheld  by  the  crowd. 

And  a  failure  is  borne  to  his  grave. 

Tis  a  jump  from  the  train 

And  a  trip  up  on  ♦  Main, 

And  a  sip  with  a  friend(?)  on  the  way. 

Just  a  step  to  the  "Mug", 

And  a  ride  to  the  "jug" — 

Then  a  leap  to  his  death  in  the  bay. 

But  the  Lord  from  his  seat 
Looketh  down  on  each  street. 
Where  sueh  hell-born  inventions  are  on. 
And  with  infinite  wrath 
He  will  sweep  on  their  path — 
And  they'll  reap  on  that  day  what  they've 
sown. 
*  Main  Street,  Seattle. 


GAGNE'S  CAVALRY 

THE  CANADIAN  HABITANTS'  ANSWER 
THE  FAMOUS  "CLEVELAND  MESSAGE.'* 


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My  Rosie  read  to  me  somet'ing. 

In  pepper  week  ago. 
She  say,  "De  States  he  want  to  fight 

On  Canada  and  Joe; 
An*  dat  de  Yankee  Pr      Ion, 

He  write  to  Johnnie     sull. 
An*  tole  him  kip  his  nose  at  home. 

Or  it  would  get  one  pull.** 

An*  two  three  Yankee  Senator, 

He  mak'  one  Yankee  speech. 
An*  t*ink  dat  all  de  Ce^iaya 

Will  tremble  in  his  bi     ch — 
He  say  to  Honcle  Sam,  **Go  up. 

An*  lick  de  hole  dem  crew — 
Go,  tak*  Quebec  an*  Hottawa, 

An*  Lac  Megantic  too.** 

I  jomp  on  top  ma  moccasin. 

An*  dance  aroun*  de  floor; 
I  grine  ma  teet*,  I  pull  ma  hair. 

An*  den  I  jomp  some  more; 
I  say,  "hurrah  for  Canada  I*" 

So  loud  as  I  can*t  yell. 
Till  Rosie  say,  "Ba  gosh,  hole  man  I 

Youre  crazy  I  can  tell.'* 

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GAGNE'S  CAVALRY 

"Oh  I'm  not  crazy,  Rosie. 

I  am  only  patriot — 
Dat  mean  a  man  who  never  want 

His  country  go  to  pot — 
Ye«,  I'm  'hole  man,'  but  don't  you  fret, 

I'm  not  yet  invalid, 
I'm  good  for  fight  on  any  war 

As  ten  men  when  she's  dead. 

I  can't  fight?    Me?    Ba  gosh  you  hask 

Ma  honcle  Polyeaux; 
He  used  to  fight  lak'  tiger 

On  de  war  of  Papineau; 
You  know  I'm  just  the  sam'  lak'  him, 

I'll  do  what  he  can  done; 
An'  1  can  fight  lak'  tiger,  too, 

Dat  Yankee  son-of-gun." 

Ma  Rosie  say:   "You  crack  hole  man. 

Such  tom  fool  speech  to  mak', 
I  t'ink  you  are  most  crazy  man 

Dat  live  on  top  de  lac — 
Your  boy  is  in  de  State,  you  know. 

An'  work  in  Yankee  mill. 
An'  w'at  you  do  he  lose  his  job. 

His  bread  an'  greenback  bill?" 

"Baa,  you  mak'  mistak',  dear  Rosie, 

If  you  t'ink  we  starve  to  dead; 
If  we  can't  get  de  Yankee  work. 

His  brown  bean  an'  his  bread. 
Grease  pie,  hot  doughnut — biscuit. 

Is  good  t'ing  for  mak'  a  dude; 
But  we  got  somet'ing  better  here 

Den  Yankee  'speptic  food." 


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GAGNE'S  CAVALRY 

Chorus: 
Ma  peasoup  am  bully,  boya. 

An'  buckwheat  is  good. 
You  nevair  get  one  better  t'ing 

To  work  upon  de  hood; 
Wen  it  get  hold  de  handle  axe. 

It  mak'  de  chip  to  fly 
T*ick  as  snowflak'  in  de  winter. 

Or  mosquito  on  July. 


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Paul  will  come  from  Manchester, 

An*  Xavier  from  Lowhell; 
Joe  will  come  from  River  Fall, 

Immediate — pell   mell; 
An*  every  mill  of  Honcle  Sam 

Will  have  to  close  de  loom. 
Wen  all  our  boys  aroun*  de  State 

Will  come  to  fight  at  home. 


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O  by  de  jomp  up  hooricane! 

If  Yankee  don't  stop  brag; 
She*ll  fin*  more  star  on  top  his  head. 

Den  he  got  top  his  flag; 
She'll  fin'   one  tiger  on  his  track, 

Wit'  blood-shot  on  his  eye. 
And  ev'ry  Yank  dat  cross  de  line 

For  fight,  is  sure  to  die. 


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GAGNE'S  CAVALRY 


De  Lac  Megantk  m'litia 
b  mire  to  tak  de  lead. 


man 


You  bet 


life 


he 


your 

Someboda  got  to  bleed! 
An*  w'en  from  Lac  St  Francis 

Come  de  Greenland  Grenadier 
He'll  mak*  all  Yankee  man  he  meet 

Go  home  de  top  hia  bier. 

De  Horseman  from  La  Patrie  too. 

Will  come  an  join  de  fray. 
An'  blow  his  tin  horn  bugle. 

On  de  top  Canada  gray; 
De  Voltigeurs  from  Weedon. 

An*  de  Lampton  Light  Brigade, 
Will  come  an*  show  to  Jameson 

De  way  to  mak  a  raid. 

O'   we  can   fight  dat   Yankee   man 

As  f adders  fought  before! 
On   battle   of  Chateaugay. 

W*en  five  Frenchman  kill  a  scorel 
De  Hinglish.  Scotch,  an*  Hirish,  too. 

Will  join  us,  don*t  you  fear^- 
Deres  notting  top  dis  earth  can  lick 

Canadian   Volunteer  I 

An*  for  one  more  good  leader  man, 

We*ll    send    for   Louis    Csrr, 
An*   hell  tak*  charge  de  Chesham  Corps 

An*   Ditton  Fusileer; 
De   Hinfantry   from   Emberton 

Will  join  de  Yankee  hunt. 
And   Peter  Gagnes  Cavalry 

Will  gallop   on  de  front! 
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THE  GRIPPE 


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To  see  us  now,  deceivers 
Would  say  thb  land  of  beaven 
Was  full  of  fitful  fevers 

And  other  chills. 
On  all  the  passing  breezes 
There's  nothing  heard  but  wheexes. 
With  hacking  coughs  and  sneezes. 

And  other  ills. 

The  bear,  that  northern  prowler. 
The  'Oonalaska  howler. 
And  every  other  growler 

We  read  about. 
With  us  have  caught  the  churning 
Whose  cause  is  past  discerning. 
The  demon  that  is  ttuming 

Us  inside  out. 


The  monster's  exultation 

Is  heard  throughout  the  nation. 

He  stops  at  every  station 

To  spread  himself  ; 
And  no  one  can  avoid  him, 
'Tis  useless  to  deride  him. 
Impossible  to  hide  him 

Upon  a  shelf. 


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THE  GRIPPE 

Whence  come  thoae  sudden  changes, 
With  all  their  train  of  twinges. 
Grim  foes  of  health  that  hinges 

On  atmosphere) 
There  surely  is  a  reason 
For  this  fantastic  season. 
That  sets  the  world  a  sneezin* " 

About  us  here. 

This  "rushing"  influenza. 
Just  taken  for  a  mensa. 
Most  certainly  will  cleanse  a* 

Your  system,  man. 
It  has  the  knack  to  stick,  too— 
Twould  surely  turn  "Old  Nick"  blue 
And  draw  his  toenails  quick  through 

His  diaphragm. 

No  power  can  avail,  man. 

To  drive  him  from  the  trail,  man; 

The  patent  drugs  for  sale  man. 

Can  never  cure. 
He  comes  against  your  will,  man. 
And  sneaks  around  to  kill,  man; 
The  rippling  of  his  rill,  man. 

Is  never  pure. 


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THE  GRIPPE 

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It  droppetk  like  the  rain,  man. 

Extracted  by  the  pain,  man. 

And  driveth  one  insane,  man. 

To  think  of  it 
It  robe  us  of  our  food,  man. 
And  freezes  up  our  blood,  man— 
And  deep  I  Nary  a  nod,  man. 

Or  wink  of  it 

The  old  world  it's  been  tearing— > 
Now  we  must  have  a  hearing: 
It  crossed  the  strait  of  Behring-^ 

Yes,  bound  to  win. 
Ahl  now  it  overtakes  me. 
The  shivering  that  shakes  me 
Is  one  that  surely  makes  the 

Whole  world  akin. 


Across  from  coast  to  coast  sir. 
You  wander  like  a  ghost  sir; 
Every  one  can  boast(>),  sir. 

Of  having  you. 
You  strike  at  high  and  lowly. 
The  wicked  and  the  holy. 
The  poor,  and  they  who  roll  thee. 

Fifth  avenue  1 


THKGIUPPE 

No  doubt  our  friend  bold  "Fairmr 

And  also  John  kit  chairman, 

Are  pulling  out  their  hair  (  >  ) .  man. 

And  looking  wild. 
If  influenza  haa  them. 
Mr  writing  will  not  pleaM  them; 
So.  OKar.  pray  don't  tease  them 

Or  get  them  riled. 

Gu*tchewl  gu'tchewl  gu*tchewl  man; 
"Good  day.  mar  ha  u  diugh.  man; 
*Sda  chuin  *neanaib  na  shruth.  man. 

Le-uidce  beatha." 
That's  what  I  hear  around  me 
Wherever  Celtic  sound  be. 
And  also.  O  confound  thee, 
America  I 
*Wator  ipriaff. 


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Joe 

Said  Joe,  "I  mus*  go  w'ere  de  win'  ^e  don*  blow 
For  six  mont*   in  de  year,   wit*   ito  mout*   full  of 

■now: 
W*ere  t*ermom*  at  de  door  don*  sink  down  to  de 

floor. 
Yet,  to  40  degree  below  razo,  or  so. 

**W*ere  de  breeze  male*  you  sneeze,  an*  de  pump- 
handle   freeze. 
An*  de  snow  she  is  go  up  above  to  you'  knees, 
U  no  place  for  me  Joe.  so  I'm  t*ink  I  will  go 
Lak  de  Hun  to  de  sun,  wit*  ma  wife  an*  Louise. 

"I  got  pos*  car'  today  from  Eugene,  an'  he  say 
To  sell  out  on  de  farm,  an'  go  down  rat  away 
To  Lowhell  on  de  mill  w'ere  1  earn  de  green  bill, 
An'  de  Merri-mac  sing,  tra  la  ling,  all  de  day." 

Marie 
But  Marie  said,   "Oui,  I  am  not  jus'  agree 
Wit'    de   plan    dat   you   han'    for   dat    gran'    beeg 

movie; 
If  you  start  for  de  State  jus'  be  sure  not  be  late: 
I  will  stay  rat  at  home  till  you  come,  don'  you  see? 


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"So  tkedad.**  she  is  yell,  "an   go  down  to  Lowkell, 
Were  de  snow  she  don*  blow  and  no  ice  clog  de 

Weill 
I  will  freeze  if  I  please,  or  go  sout*  wit*  de  geese, 
An'  live  'long  wit*  ma  niece  in  *at  ol*  Lennozvell." 


Joe 


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'Yes,   ma  dear,   I  can  hear,   if  you  don*   spik  so 

clear. 

An*  break  in  lak  a  bomb  on  de  drom  of  ma  ear; 
You  may  fly  wit*  you*   niece  an*   go  live  wit*  de 

geese 
If  you  promiM:  to  write  in  you*  flight  once  a  year. 

"She  is  give  me  one  glance  an*  at  once  I  can  see 
It*s  more  safer  in  France  den  at  Lampton  for  met 
In  her  face  it  is  war  an*  I  notice,  by  gar, 
It*s  more  cold  in  her  eye  den  de  60  degree! 

"An*  Marie,  is  she  froit>  Not  to  notice  it  yet! 
For  she   scream  till   she  steam  an*   she  steam   till 

she*s  wet; 
An*  I  notice  once  more  as  she  stamp  on  de  floor: 
She  is  build  on  de  line  of  de  fin*  suffragette! 

"Ah  I   So  cold    lak   de  pump,    or  de   frost  on  de 
stiunp. 


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An*  her  beautiful  back  is  Hm  up  in  de  hump; 
Quick  I  mak'  up  my  min*  w'en  I  look  on  dat  sign. 
It  is  jus*  'bout  de  tam  for  me  Joe  mak*  a  jompi 

"In  de  quarr*!  of  a  fam*  don*  it  sure  beat  de  ban* 
How  de   neighbors   butt  in.   jus*   lak   one  of  de 

clan — 
If  ol*  Liz'  an*  her  phiz  would  kip  out  of  my  biz*. 
It  is  sure  not  be  half  de  divorce  in  de  Ian*. 

"Did  I  jomp?  Well,  I'm  not  geeve  it  secrets  awayi 
Dat*s  between  man  an*  wife  an*  de  pump  any  day. 
But  Marie  w'en  she*s  woun*.   tak*s  some  tam  to 

run  down. 
An*  before  she  collapse  she  me  raps  in  dis  way:** 

Marie 

*!  am  bom  for  to  toil,  I  am  tie  to  de  soil. 
An*  you  t*ink  it*s  enough  if  for  once  in  a  while 
I  can  ride  to  Shalbrooke,  wit*  cheval  dat  you  took 
From  de  crows  in  de  spring,  jus*  to  show  it  my 
style  I 

••Lak  de  queen  I  am  feel  wit'  no  grease  on  de 

wheel. 
An*  t'ree  pigs  in  a  box  nottings  lef  but  de  squeal! 
Wit*  his  snout  stick  it  out  through  de  slat  lake  a 

spout—- 
An*  his  body  come  too  but  got  knot  on  de  tail  I 

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"An*  I  know  1  am  show  lak  de  scare  of  de  crow. 
Wen  down  Wellington  street  to  de  market  we  go- 
An*  garson  in  bare  feet— all  de  blaggard  I  meet 
Mak   me  squirm  lak  de  worm  from  ma  head  to  de 
toe. 

"O  ge  whizz  I  am  proud  wen  we  come  on  de 

crowd. 
An*  damfool  out  of  school,  he  is  laugh  it  out  loud; 
But  de  glory  to  God  wen  I  tink  of  de  load 
An*  de  boneyard  dat  carry  it  over  de  road, 
An*  de  squeak  of  de  gig,  and  de  squeal  of  de  pig. 
I  don*  blame  it  for  laugh  w'en  he  look  at  de  rigl ' 

*•  'Ha!  ha  I*  he  is  cry,  'hope  to  die,  how  you  feel? 
Ain**  it  tam  to  give  pig  in  dat  box  some  more 
meal> 

You*  horse  it's  too  fat  lak  de  edge  of  de  slat; 
Not  *nuff  grease  in  de  pig  for  to  put  on  de  wheel! 
W^at  you  tak*  it  in  cash  for  you*  automosqueal?' 

W'en  Marie,  dat  is  me,  an*  her  chariot  appear. 
An*  as  sure  Im  rebel  as  you*  name  is  Trudel 
If  it*s  not  some  improvement  in  movement  ncx* 
year." 

Joe 
"O,  I  know  very  well,  ma  cheval  is  poor  breed, 
But  for  trav*  lak  de  dev*  he  is  very  fine  steed; 
It  IS  true  he  is  slim,  but  jus*  look  at  his  limb- 
He  is  buUd  lak  de  fly-machine— all  for  de  speed! 

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"Ye8,  Marie,  I  agree  dat  ma  rig  is  look  tough. 
So  ril  apik  it  to  Ingrain,  or  else  to  Ren  Clougb: 
I  will  horder  cheval  of  de  bes*  in  his  stall. 
An*   nez'    trip   you'll   be   queen   of   de  May,   sure 

enough." 

Marie 
"You*  sarcast*  is  not  ask  it  is  soun'  lak  de  clown. 
If  you  see  you'se'f  once  as  you  look  to  de  town 
You  would  pull  in  you*  horn  jus'  as  sure  you  are 

bom. 
For  you  haven't  got  sense  enough  sure  to  go  roun*. 


"Yes,    sir,    ma   dear   Joe,    you   don't  seem   for   to 

know. 
On  las'  trip  to  de  town  you  was  mos'  of  de  show: 
Wit'  t'ree  quart  whiskey  blanc  dat  you  pour  down 

you'  craw — 
O  you  bet  you  forget  all  'bout  60  below  I 

"In  ^albrook   on  each  trip  you  complain  of   de 

grippe, 
Dr.  Bum  is  soon  come  wit'  a  "nip"  on  de  hip; 
You  get  sick  \'ery  quick  jus'  before  de  physic. 
But  de  cure  is  work  sure  after  tak'  de  firs'  nip. 


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"La»*  tam  you  was  in  you  begin  de  ol*  trick. 

An*  you*  frien*  soon  atten*  to  tak*  charge  of  de 

sick; 
Soon  you  smug'   a  beeg  jug  to  de  stall  of  you 

plug — 
But  Marie*  dat  is  me,  an*  ckeval  mak*  a  kick 

**0  dat  2-gallon  stein  of  de  jolly  kighwine. 
In  de  provender  mix,  mak*  a  bully  combine  I 
If  it's  good  for  a  fool  sure  it's  good  for  de  mule. 
An'  dat  is  as  true  as  twice  four  it  is  nine. 

**I  am  t'ink  if  you  drink  till  you'  loaded  for  wreck. 
I  will  geeve  de  ol'  nag  de  sam'  jag  on  de  deck; 
So  I  pour  a  few  peck  of  de  stuff  down  his  neck 
An   start  in  to  smash  record  for  trot  in  Kebec. 

"Yes,  I  mix  it  de  stuff,  ji-s'  de  full  of  beeg  pail 

Will  he  eat  it  or  drink  it?   It's  puzzle  to  tell: 
But   he   gobble    an'    gobbed    an'    he    slobber   and 
slobbed  * 

Until  nottings  was  lef  of  de  stuff  but  de  smell  I 

"Bam  by  it  was  sly  in  de  eye  dat  was  dull. 

An*  he  sneeze  an'  he  wheeze  an'  de  halter  he  pull; 

Pretty  soon  he  is  grow  to  ac*  jus'  lak  ma  Joe 

Yes  a  man  an'  cheval  is  de  sam*  w*en  its  full  I 


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**Come  hop  on  de  wagon,  it*t  ready  for  fli^t; 
Load  is  leaving  for  Lampton,  ol*  Joseph  nt  ti^t 
Whoa,  Boneyparte,  whoa  I  An'  Calamity  Joel 
Kip  still  till  you  bid    (hie)   ol*  Shalbrooke  good 
night 

'An*  de  soun'  of  his  feet  as  he  dance  on  de  streat. 
Seem  to  me  lak  de  play  of  de  drum  w'en  she** 

beat; 
An'  he  rattle  his  bones  on  de  pavement  of  stones 
Till  it  mak'  me  feel  sure  I  am  winning  de  heati 

"Wen  we  pass  it  pell  mell  thru'  on  ol*  Lennoxvell, 
Peop*  is  t'ink  dat  de  college  is  practice  hees  yell; 
I  am  know  it's  disgrace  on  such  educate  place- 
But  it  mak*  leetle  differ  to  Joseph  Trudel. 

"For,  more  loud  as  before  he  is  roar  on  de  spot, 

Boneyparte  is  respon'  an  fly  on  lak  de  shot 

Frank  Bogash  is  stan*  still  on  de  top  of  Sand  Hill. 
An'  say,  'glory  to  God,  he  can  beat  me  for  trotl' 

"An*  his  tail  in  de  win*  is  fly  up  wit*  out  bend. 
Jus*  as  straight  lak  de  pole  dat  de  trolley  car  send. 
Yes,  it  stick  up  behin*  lak  de  mos*  of  its  kin*. 
An*  Vm  t*ink  dat  de  spark  is  fly  out  at  de  end  I 


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"He  is  wheeze  on  de  breeze  till  I'm  *fraid  he  will 

bus*. 
An'  ma  Joe,  de  ol*  fou,  is  yell  'Go  it,  you  cuss  I* 
Jus*  as  soon  as  he  yell  Boney  do  as  he  tell. 
An*  de  city  of  Cookshire  we  leave  in  de  dus'. 

"It's  rat  here  1  got  scare,  an*  declare  to  him  'Hi! 
Can*t  you  steady  you  nerves  an*  come  down  from 

de  sky>' 
But  1  fin*  it's  no  use,  for  de  dev*  is  seem  loose. 
An*  de  more  as  1  coax  it  de  louder  he  cry! 

"On  de  top  of  de  slope  w'ere  dey  bury  de  Pope 
I  say,    'Joe,  you  go  slow  through  dis  precinct  I 
hope.* 

But  he  yell  for  protection— 'Hoorah  for  *Iection. 
Free  trade  will  be  hang  if  it  get  some  more  ropcV 

"An*  I  know  rat  away  dat  de  dev*  is  to  pay, 
Wen  he  cry  to  de  sky  in  dat  blood  curdle  way 
For  John  Henry  arose,  to  meet  Irien*  or  de  foes 
An*  said,  'Ladies  an*  gentlemen,  where's  Laurier>* 

**0,  de  stones  on  de  graves  is  look  white  lak  de 
sheep. 

An*    de   fear   of  ma   scare   mak*    de  hair   on   me 
creep 


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W*en  he  lif  up  his  head,  look  aro'nd  him  an*  said. 
There  ain't  nothin*  to  it,'  an*  went  back  for  more 
•leepl 

"Bam  by  I  am  get  over  de  mos'  of  ma  fright; 

I  don'  look  to  de  lef,  I  don'  look  to  de  right. 

But  kip  rat  straight  ahead  for  more  place  ot  de 

dead — 
For  ma  pals  stop  for  nottings  but  spirits  tonight 

"An'  de  rat  de  tat  tat  of  his  iron  shoe  hoof 
Soun'  lak  hail  in  de  gale  dat  is  fall  on  de  roof; 
An'  de  stone  dat  is  pass,  an*  de  dus'  in  ma  face. 
Of  de  speed  Boney  mak*  is  one  jolly  good  proof. 

"An*  at  Bury,  I  guess,  Joe  is  want  me  to  res* 
An'  put  down  at  de  tavern  of  Peter  Gilless; 
But  I  tole  to  him  plain  he  was  on  de  wrong  train- 
No  way  station  stop  for  de  lightning  hexpress! 

"Whoa!  Boneyparte,  whoa  I  Wat's  de  matter  wit' 

you? 
an't  you  jus  for  one  minute  go  little  bit  slow> 
But  he  don't  seem  to  min'  any  more  as  de  win*, 
An'    pass   out  through   de  swamp  w'ere   de   dam- 
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*'W*en  de  Meadows  we  reach,  lak  de  dev*  he  wat 

hump, 
An*  ol*  Chimney  de  Hill  he  was  climb  in  t'ree  jump; 
All  de  Scotch  on  de  road  say  *de  glory  to  God, 
It  mus'  sure  be  de  ghost  of  ol*  'Caillach  de  fumpl* 

"At  each  place  of  de  dead,   I  say  'Joe,   prinnes 

garde. 
You  kip  still  on  dis  hill,  an*  don*  yellen  so  hard.* 
But  ma  Joseph  of  course,  jus'  as  crack  as  de  horse 
Kip  on  yell  to  beat  tell  w'en  he  see  de  graveyard! 

"At  one  place  as  we  pass,  I  t'ink  down  de  Black 

Eye, 
Sleep  some  dear  pioneer— 80  year  since  dey  die: 
Here  ol'  Joe  yell  so  loud  for  de  clans  in  de  shroud 
Some  is  jomp  up  to  see  w'at  de  dev   is  pass  by! 

"An*    jus*    leettle   way   down.    Boney   stop   in  his 

track. 
An*  he  spy,  an*  he  shy,  an*  he  try  to  turn  back; 
But  Joe  hit  him  a  clip  on  de  hip  wit'  de  whip. 
An*  somebodda  in  Scotch  is  yell  'Frangach  a  cack.* 

"But  Boney  don*  need  it  de  crack  of  de  switch. 
As  he  jomp  through  de  stomp  on  de  top  of  de 

ditch. 
Yellin*  'Caillach  a  rad  cross!  I  am  los*,  I  am  los'f 
An*   was  chase  in  de   race  by  de  wil*   Lingwick 

witch! 


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**0  de  glory  to  Gordon  I  her  look  mak'  me  chill. 
As  we  shoot  over  reevere  lak  ¥risp-o''de-¥filI; 

An'  den  down  to  de  mill,  an'  up  over  de  hill. 

Were  de  capitol  Gould  ro'nd  de  acales  i«  stan* 

•till. 


"But  not  so  de  chariot  dat't  patsin*.  you  bet: 
Too  much  hurry  to  talk  to  de  peop'  dat  we  met-" 
It's  no  stop-over  right  on  Joe's  ticket  tonight — 
He  is  head  on  for  Lampton  an*  don*  you  forget  1 


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"Yes,  ol'  caillach  de  crossing  is  scare  Joseph  blind. 
An*    I'm    t'ink   for   a   while    it   wUl    help    it--hls 

mind — 
O  you  bet  he  was  'fraid  of  dat  sweet  highland 

maid 
Who   was   squeal    lak   de   deil    on    our   heel    jus* 

behind  I 

*We  was  gallop  through  Galson,   till  Tolsta  ap« 

proach. 
Near   de  line  dat's   dividing  de  French   from   de 

Scotch: 
Here  ol*  hag  of  de  fright,  scream  to  Joseph  'Good 

night  I 
On  de  witches  of  Winslow  I  mus'  not  encroach!* 


TRUDEL'S  TRAVELS 

"W^n  Joe  loM  it  de  vinon  he's  counute  com* 
back 

An'   he  ask  v/at  she  mean  by  de    'Frangach  w 
crack* ; 

Wen  I  tole  him  he  cry  *Dam  Scotch  haggia  good 
bye  I 

De  nex*  tam  dat  I  trav*  I  will  kip  from  you  track  I* 

"  "Who  ia  said  3  was  'fraid  of  de  sick  or  de  well? 
I  am  not  a  bit  scare  of  twin  devils  from  Dell; 
Not  one  man  of  my  day,  but  de  beeg  George  Mac* 
Rae 

Can  lick  one  of  de  sides  of  me.  Joseph  Trudelll* 
♦         ♦         ♦  •  • 

"Dat's  de  way  dat  you  rave,  an*  behave,  an'  you 

boast 
On  de  night  dat  cheval  an'  his  pal  see  de  ghost: 
An'  de  tremens  was  goad  you  so  much  on  de  road 
I  am  wonder  de  load  ever  get  to  dis  post 

"O,  it's  joy.  for  a  wife,  in  dis  worl*  of  de  strife. 
To  be  shame  of  de  game  till  it  stab  lak  de  knife; 
An'  de  peop'  are  all  tell  'Dat's  de  mate  of  Trudel. 
Who  is  travel  lak  hell  on  de  jo'mey  of  life. 

"Dat's  why   you   are  cry.    an'    you'    heart   feel   it 

sore. 
An'  you  ask  me  to  roam  from  ma  home  evermor';. 
Jus'  you  geeve  up  one  t'ing,  an'  de  birds  it  will 

«ng. 

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An*  dm  ■onahuie  will  cling  w'ere  it's  thadow  be- 
fore! 

"O  dat  man  ti  de  bet*  who  will  cling  to  his  nes* 
W'ere  he'a  bom  an'   he'i  raise  an'  he's  work  an* 

he's  res'; 
If  he  don'  male'  success  rat  at  home,  I  confess. 
Den  it's  slim  hope  for  him  in  de  Sout'  or  de  Wes*. 

"An*   dear  Joe,   don*  you  know  we  have  got  no 

hexcuse 
For  de  way  we  off  en*,  an'  descen'  to  abuse? 
Me  you  cannot  deceive,  for  I  know  you  are  grieve 
Jus'  as  much  as  Marie  for  de  dear  ones  we  lose. 

"An'  de  pain  is  mos'  kill,  an'  it's  nevair  kip  still. 
Since  dey  bury  ma  Mary  an'  boy  on  de  hill; 
Wen  you  ask  it  1  fin'  dat  I  can't  leave  behin* 
Lonely  grave  of  ma  darlings,  Marie  and  boy  Bill. 

**An'  I'm  feel  it  is  true,  half  of  me's  bury  too. 
Since  was  lay  in  de  clay  leettle  body  from  view! 
So  you  do  w'at  you  lak,  I  will  try  for  to  mak* 
Jus'  de  bes'  of  de  bargain.  I  promise  to  you. 

"But  I  tole  to  you,  Joe,  if  you  t'ink  I  mus*  go. 
It  is  only  half  womans  be  wit'  you  I  know; 
For  de  res*  of  me  stay  w'ere  de  leettle  ones  lay — 
In  de  simimer  an'  flower,  in  winter  an'  snov/l 


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I  wma  aummoned  in  the  gloaming  to  the  bedside  of 

a  friend 
Who  was  paMing  through  the  thadowe  ever  lurk- 
ing at  the  end : 
To  the  bedside  of  a  con  ;  rle  I  had  known  long. 

long  ago 
Back  in  dear  old  ComrL   j  C  o-mt:    vU.   e  the  sugar 

maple*  grow. 
Just  a  simple  son  ot  '_<-'.  s,  cireter^    C  "/less,  poor 

and  proud. 
As  becomes  a  Highianrj  3.  ot«ino..  of  the  rojral  clan 

MacLeod. 
He  could  sing  the  congs  of  i  ^^'  anrl,  is  I've  seldom 

heard  them  sung — 
inchest  treasures  of  the  Highlands  flowed  in  music 

from  his  tongue. 
What  a  privilege  and  pleasure  to  have  heard  him 

in  his  prime. 
Ere  his  mellow  notes  were  burdened  by  the  cruel 

strains  of  time. 
When   the   gentle   nurse   had   brought   me   to    the 

couch  of  poor  old  John 
E'en  a  novice  would  not  question  that  his  race  was 

nearly  run. 
He  was  lonely  in  the  city,  longing  for  the  spruce 

and  pine. 
And   his    eyes    grew    bright   with    pleasure   as   he 
placed  his  hand  in  mine. 


THE  END  OF  THE  TRAIL 


f  K 


Saying:  "Don't  forget  me,  Angus,  but  come  out  to 

•ee  me  here. 
For  the  night*  are  long  and  lonely,  and  the  dajrt 

devoid  of  cheer. 
Yea.  I  know  my  days  are  numbered,  all  the  signs 

to  me  are  plain: 
I  shall  never  guide  the  movements  of  the  skid  road 

boys  again. 
There's  a  secret  I  would  tell  you  that  I've  never 

told  before. 
It  %vas  locked  up  in  my  bosom  fifty  years  ago  or 

more: 
It's  of  Mary,  gentle  Mary,  whom  I  loved  in  years 

agone — 
Loved  her   then  and  will  forever,   and  my  Mary 

loved  her  John! 
But  there  came  another  wooer,  who  was  rich  as  I 

was  poor, 
And  her  parents  looked  with  favor  on  this  keeper 

of  a  store. 
I  was  wounded,  ye«,   and  angry,   that  their  greed 

should  thus  deny 
Me  the  place  they  held  for  riches,  so  I  bade  them 

all  good  bye. 
And  I  left  my  Mary  weeping,  though  she  begged 

of  me  to  stay — 
Left  her  weeping — to  my  sorrow — and  I  westward 

took  my  way. 
Then  1  drifted  hither,  thither,  like  the  flotsam  of 

the  sea: 

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THE  END  OF  THE  TRAIL 

Every  year  a  little  farther  from  my  home  in  Tal- 

labharee. 
Till  at  last  I  came  to  anchor  on  the  shores  of  Puget 

Sound, 
Where  so  many  of  my  comrades  in  misfortune  may 

be  found." 
Here  his  speech  grew  slow  and  halting,  as  he  said, 

amid  his  groans. 
He  had  feared  for  what  might  happen  to  his  "poor 

old  aching  bones." 
"Do  not  let  them  sink  my  body  where  the  dere- 
licts are  thrown, 
For  although  I'm  poor  in  pocket,  pride  was  bred 

within  my  bone. 
When  my  limbs  refuse  their  burden  and  I  cannot 

further  go. 
And  the  trail  is  dark  and  tangled  where  the  fir 

and  cedars  grow; 
When  the  cord  of  life  is  severed  and  in  death  I'm 

lying  low. 
And  there's  nothing  left  but  tallabh  of  the  John 

you  used  to  know: 
Lay  me  dovm  amid  the  shadows  of  the  forest  that 

I  love. 
With  the  grey  green  moss  around  me  ar.^^  the  skies 

of  God  above; 
Where  no  noises  will  disturb  me  save  the  whisper 

of  the  woods 


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THE  END  OF  THE  TRAIL 


And  the  night-birds    diunal  hooting  in  the  primal 

•olitudea. 
Where   the   crooning   voice   of   nature   chants   the 

glory  of  the  West. 
Let  the  groves  of  God  hold  vigil  o'er  my  everlast- 
ing rest. 
Over   there   beyond    the   shadovrs   1   will    find   my 

Mary  dear. 
And  we'll  cruise  the  trails  together  that  we  missed 

so  sadly  here." 
When  again  1  looked  upon  him  death  had  wrapped 

him  in  its  chill. 
Songs  were   silenced   now   forever  and   the    lilting 

lips  were  still. 


*  w 
We: 


1 

ill 


74 


^^ 


m 


~^^im 


HOMESICK. 

1  am  tire  now  of  roam*.  Rosemarie, 

An'  long  to  be  at  home  *mong  de  tree, 

Were  de  Robin  redbreas*  ting 

In  de  branches  every  tpring. 

An'  de  be«'  of  every  t'ing.  You  wit'  me  I 

For  de  independen'  man,  Rosemarie, 
Farmin*  is  de  bettair  plan,  seem  to  me; 
Were  no  boss  is  stan'  an'  swear 
Till  you  feel  lak  pull  you'  hair — 
Ol  ba  gosh  1  want  nia  fare  rat  away! 

Yes,  if  man  has  got  one  soul,  Rosemarie, 
Don'  it  mak'  him  hot  lak  ol'  Mont  Peleel 
To  be  order'  ro'nd  his  work 
Lak  some  lezzy  dog-gone  Turk — 
By  a  boss  call  Barney  Burke,  O  sacrel 

f>,  I  long  to  see  my  farm,  Rosemarie; 

Were  ol'  Nature  full  of  charm  wait  for  me- 

Were  de  angel  painter  deck 

Ev'ry  sod  an'  stone  an'  stick: 

Ro'nd  ma  home  in  ol'  Kebec,  Rosemarie  I 

Yes,  1  dream  r^bo't  it  all,  Rosemarie, 

Ev'ry  tam  to  sleep  I  fall,  night  or  day: 

I  can  see  dat  bock-wheat  fiel' 

Dat  is  soon  be  turn  to  meal, 

An'  I  hear  de  fat  pig  squeal,  "hot  gravie"! 

O,  ma  heart  is  on  de  jomp,  Rosemarie, 

For  be  back  among  de  stomp.  You  an'  me: 

Ma  potato  in  de  lot. 

An'  ma  onion  growin'  hot. 

An'  de  swc.    pea  in  de  pot,  hully  gee! 


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■  <■{■ 


^^^^^^ 


^ 


-W^^.McIf^ 


Sarceant^Maior  Larry. 


^^lF^^M?-iPI^ 


SERGEANT   MAJOR  LARRY 
OF  THE  GALLANT  58TH 

t»  *96  the  author  served  his  Queen  for  two  w««k«  on 
ifte  iMiins  of  Rockland,  near  Richmond,  Que.,  as  orderljr 
f^bw  the  gallant  Capt.  Peter  Gillies,  now  of  Bury,  P.  Q. 
^Htt  of  the  subordinate  officers  becoming  the  butt  of  kia 
comrades  owing  to  unpopular  tactics  the  following  "Com*- 
mUym"  resulted.  The  author  may  add  that  this  "drill"  endad 
kia  military  career — he  hasn't  been  orderly  sinca. 


O  come  all  ye  loyal  volunteeta. 

You're  ordered  for  review: 
Keep  your  eyes  on  Sergeant  Lany 

Of  the  famous  *No.  2". 
He's  the  model  of  a  soldier. 

And  'tis  worth  your  while  to  watch 
How  he  handles  the  maneuvers 

In  his  drill  among  the  Scotch. 

Sure  his  "honors"  sought  him  early. 

He  was  here  but  half  a  week. 
When  the  call  came:  "Forward.  Lamry, 

You're  promoted  for  your  cheek: 
Take  your  stripes  and  stand  for  ordera 

And  reveal  to  No.  2 
What  a  mixture  of  conceit  and  gall. 

With  brass  and  cheek,  can  do." 


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PHHEl^^^^ 


SERGEANT-MAJOR  LARRY 

And  the  "orders"  are  "Fall  in,  my  men. 

Look  aharp,  and  don't  be  late  I 
Signed,  Sergeant  Major  Larry, 

Of  the  gallant  58." 
Come,  my  boys,  you  need  not  grumble. 

You  have  but  to  ^nn  and  yield. 
For  brave  Kitckcai^r's  "not  in  it" 

When  bold  Larry's  on  the  field. 

When  we  started  down  from  Scotstovm 

We  were  just  as  big  as  him. 
But  his  honors  won  so  quickly 

Made  the  rest  of  us  look  slim. 
O,  he  swelled  in  regimentals 

Till  he  quite  outgrew  his  tent, 
But  he'll  get  the  one  he  asked  for 

N^hen  old  Hogan  pays  his  rent. 

O  we  are  loyal  volunteers. 

Our  red  coats  prove  us  so. 
We  are  ready,  aye,  and  willing  now 

To  meet  our  country's  foe. 
Who  would  not  be  proud  of  Canada 

And  for  her  sake  to  bleed? 
For  success  would  crown  our  efforts 

If  bold  Larry  took  the  lead. 


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SERGEANT-MAJOR  LARRY 

Yes.  the  sword  that  dangles  by  his  side's 

A  borrowed  one.  I  know 
But  it  matters  not  to  Lany, 

As  it  helps  to  make  a  show  I 
See  him  strut  around  the  camp  ground. 

Like  a  peacock  in  the  grass  I 
And  the  "staff"  will  send  him  higher 

When  it  needs  a  boom  in  brass. 

Such  was  Larry  bold — in  peace  time — 

He  was  brave  as  Lochinvar, 
But  he  quickly  changed  his  music 

As  the  bugle  called  for  war; 
When  the  Highlanders  grew  wrathy. 

With  their  hair  straight  up  on  end. 
Sergeant  Larry  dropped  at  Bury, 

As  he  wished  to  see  a  frimd! 

We  were  left  without  a  leader 

And  the  riot  louder  swelled. 
Divers  Scotsmen  drew  their  bayonets 

And  for  blood  they  madly  yelled. 
Ev'ry  car  was  full  of  soldiers. 

Noisy  as  salvation  drum. 
On  the  day  we  left  Camp  Rockland 

And  the  troops  came  shouting  home. 


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SCRGEANT-MAXM  LAIWY 

After  Larry  comes  the  "Colonel," 

And  a  valiant  man  is  he, 
Tho'  he  never  led  his  forces 

From  "Atlanta  to  the  sea"; 
Yet,  if  e'er  the  country  needs  him. 

Every  clansman  will  awake. 
From  old  Hampton  down  to  Weedon 

And  from  Lingwick  to  the  Lake. 

We  will  conquer  with  our  music 

If  our  fighting  fails  to  vrin. 
Whom  bold  Larry  cannot  vanquish 

We  will  silence  with  our  din; 
Thus  we'll  proudly  march  to  glory 

And  in  midst  of  all  the  fray 
We'll  be  cheered  by  French  of  Scotstown 

As  he  whistles  "Cabar  Faidth." 

And  McLennan  with  his  bagpipes. 

He's  a  brass  band  in  himself. 
We  will  have  him  with  his  music 

To  conjure  the  fighting  elf. 
There  is  nothing  so  inspiring 

As  a  loyal  tune  or  song. 
To  arouse  a  soldier's  spirits 

And  to  cheer  the  "boys"  along. 


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SERGEANT.MAX>R  LARRY 

We  will  have  them  there  from  Scotttown, 

From  Ben  gal  and  Echo  Vale, 
Men  imbued  with  faith  and  courage. 

Highland  traito  which  never  fail; 
And  to  swell  the  fighting  faction 

We've  the  twin*  of  Murray's  Clan, 
Who  can  fight  their  weight  in  wildcat*— 

Not  to  mention  mortal  man  I 

And  we've  armies  to  fall  back  on. 

Whose  supply  will  never  fail. 
Troops  which  cross  the  wild  Atlantic 

On  all  ships  of  steam  or  sail; 
You  will  find  them  throughout  Canada, 

Wherever  you  may  roam, 
And  the  natives  call  them  "home  boys". 

For  they  never  stop  at  home. 

Chorus 
Beat  the  drums  and  blow  the  bugle,  boys. 

And  whoop  it  all  you're  worth. 
As  a  token  to  the  nations 

You  are  rulers  of  the  earth! 
If  you  wish  to  shine  as  soldiers 

You  must  all  be  up  to  date. 
And  uphold  the  reputation 

Of  Batulion  56. 


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THE  FENIAN  RAID 

WHICH 
NEVER  WAS  MADE 

m^^AA,  ***•  ^"•'  ^"^  ■  "'""*^'  »'  prominent  fnH- 
m«n  addreMing  •  great  ina...m««ting        .4,w  York  SyM 

!;•  T'™^"."y  J'»«'  *«  «o  "P  -nd  el..n  out  tk«  Canadian 
jungle.,  intimating  that  the  majority  of  the  Fianch  Cana" 
diana  were  ready  to  eaet  off  the  "Britidi  Yoka  " 


From  de  country  of  de  Yankee, 
Where  de  heagle  bird  it  roott. 
Where  de  Star  and  Stripe  is  worship 
All  de  way  from  coast  to  coast. 
Comes  a  rumble  of  de  danger 
Dat  is  t'reaten  us  once  more. 
Wen  de  Fenian  tak*  hadvantage 
Of  our  trobble  wit*  de  Boer. 

Some  crank  mans  in  New  York  City 
Mak*  beeg  speech  dat  soun'  lak*  joke. 
And  he  tell  us  "what  a  pity 
Canadaw  wear  British  yokel" 
And  dey  uhr  ut  out  to  de  people 
In  de  clap-tTAp  of  de  brave: 
"We  will  send  it  men  and  money 
For  to  liberate  de  slavel" 


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THERNIAN  RAD 

Praps  dey  mean  all  right  for  JoMpk. 
But  I  t'ink  before  dey  come. 
Dat  someboda  ou^t  to  tole  it, 
"Charata  begin  at  home." 
And  dey  try  to  move  McKinley 
In  de  favor  of  Oom  Paul — 
Not  because  dey  love  de  Boer. 
But  becauM  dey  hate  John  Bull. 

Now  if  Joe  he  know  de  feeling 
Of  d  e  U.  S.  at  this  tam. 
All  de  foe  of  Queen  Victoria 
!•  de  foe  of  Honcle  Sam. 
It  is  hinsult  to  ma  country 
For  dese  men  to  yell  and  tell 
Oat  de  Canuck  don't  is  loyal 
To  de  queen  he  love  so  well. 

Tak*  de  history  of  ma  people. 

From  de  day  of  Wolfe-Montcalm. 

An*  you'll  find  it  patriotic 

To  de  backbone  jus'  de  sam*. 

I  am  sorry  for  dis  fighting. 

As  I  don't  dislak  de  Boer; 

But  ba  gosh  w'en  its  mean  troub*.  boys. 

Den  I  lak'  ma  country  more. 


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THE  FENIAN  RAID 

Hip  hoorah!  for  British  soldier. 

Hip  hoorah  f  for  British  flag  I 

And  God  bless  de  Canuck  forces 

Gone  to  help  uphold  de  rag  I 

Down  wit*  all  disloyal  member 

Of  de  body  politik, 

French  or  Henglish,  rich  or  poor  mans. 

By  de  power  let  him  trek  I 

(I'm  not  onderstan'  dis  las'  word, 

Don't  hinvent  it  in  Quebec.) 

Now  I  read  it  on  de  pepper 
Dat  J.  Tarte  is  mak'  some  sneer 
On  de  patrihotic  feeling 
Of  de  Canuck  volunteer; 
So  I'll  tole  ma  frien*  Sir  Wilfrid 
For  to  check  his  runnin*  mate — 
T'row  heem  out  de  sam'  lak  Jonah, 
Or  he'll  sink  de  ship  of  state! 

Long  ago  w'en  I  was  babby 
Fenian  mak'  it  one  beeg  "r€ud'* 
For  to  capture  Canuck  country — 
Hole  an*  young  an'  man  an'  maid. 
Up  dey  come  from  state  of  Var-mont, 
Halso  from  de  state  of  Maine. 
To  de  state  of  destitution 
Pretty  near  to  Stanstead  Plain  I 


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THE  FENIAN  RAID 

Dere  dey  met  two  t'ree  hole  farmer. 
Wit'  some  sickle  in  her  han'. 
An*  she  hask  hinvading  army 
Wat  dey  want  on  top  her  Ian*. 
Dey  could  mak'  no  hones*  hanswer. 
So  de  farmer  tole  *em  "leave,** 
An*  before  you  say  Jack  Robin  I 
Dey  skedaddle  lak  de  dev*  I 

Yes  dis  rag-tag  bob-tail  soldier 
Start  across  de  "line**  on  run. 
Jus*  de  sam*  lak*  Coxey  army, 
W'en  it  march  from  Washington! 
Nodder  tam  two  t'ree  more  Fenian 
Come  aroun*  ma  home  to  tak* 
W*en  ma  fadder  an*  ma  grandpa 
Was  off  fish  upon  de  lak*. 

Noboda  aroun*  but  womans 
W*en  de  Fenian  come  dat  day, 
A;i*  n-^  gran*ma  wit*  de  pitchfork 
Trowim  over  fence  lak  hay! 
No,  I  don*t  want  Fenian,  t*ank  you. 
For  to  lif  de  British  yoke, 
I  can  wear  it  leetle  longer 
On  ma  farm  at  Centre  Stoke. 


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THE  FENIAN  RAID 

So,  if  stranger  cross  de  border 
For  hinvasion  of  dis'  Ian*. 
We  will  meet  it  in  good  order 
Wit*  strong  weapon  in  de  han*. 
Yes,  let  Finnigan  de  Fenian 
Cross  de  "line"  to  hole  Quebec, 
An*  lak  chicken  of  de  story 
She'll  get  somet'ing  in  de  neck. 

We  will  grab  it  by  de  collar. 
And  some  place  dat's  near  de  seat, 
An*  dere  rags  will  mak*  a  flutter 
In  de  gutter  of  de  street; 
An*  ba  Christmas  she  will  fin    me 
Wit*  ma  shoulder  to  de  "yoke," 
Waiting  for  dat  rag-tag  army 
Of  hinvasion — watch  ma  smoke  I 


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A  LEAP-YEAR  BALL  AT  UNGWICK 


The  night  before  last  Hallowe'en 

Tho'  wet  as  any  ever  seen. 

Must  henceforth  mark  a  date  supreme 

In  Ungwick's  social  lore. 

As  on  that  eve  the  ladies  all 

Came  forth  to  give  their  leap-year  ball 

And  long  ere  ten  the  dancing  hall 
Was  crowded  to  the  door. 

Since  Scottish  heroes  sang  duans 
Upon  the  field  of  Prestonpans. 
So  fine  a  gathering  of  the  clans 
Was  surely  never  seen. 
And  brilliant  Byron's  "ladies  fair" 
Who  danced  in  Belgium's  balmy  air 
Could  never  with  our  girls  compare 
In  beauty's  realm,  I  ween. 

Were  I  a  Burns  I'd  sing  their  praise 
In  grateful  sympathetic  lays. 
And  tell  them  how  a  bard  repays 
TTie  smiles  on  him  bestowed. 
O I  for  a  pure  poetic  drift. 
Or  bard  McRitchie's  splendid  gift. 
To  give  those  charming  girls  a  lift 
On  chummy  Hymen's  road. 


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LEAP  YEAR  BALL  AT  LANGWICK 

Since  first  the  red  man  trod  those  lands. 

Inhappy.  reckless,  roving  bands. 

^ere  now  the  town  of  Lingwick  stands. 

Until  the  present  time. 

No  festal  scene  deserved  such  note. 

Uf  such  a  scene  no  poet  wrote. 

Tho*  painted  with  a  double  coat 

Of  stirring  prose  or  rhyme. 

The  lively  Galson  girls  were  there. 

With  dancing  eyes  and  wavy  hair. 

And  roses  stamped  by  caller  air 

On  every  blooming  cheek. 

And  other  ladies,  fair  and  bright. 

Who  Inre  near  by.  were  there  that  night. 

Contributing  the  keen  delight 

Of  beauty,  so  to  speak. 

Oh  bachelors,  how  sweet  to  glide 
With  such  bright  charmers  by  one's  side! 
And  ev  ry  heart  a  surging  tide 
^t  leap-year  sentiment! 
You  might  perambulate  around 
Until  you'd  hear  the  trumpet  sound- 
No  better  quarters  could  be  found 
1  o  pitch  your  earthly  tent. 


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LEAP  YEAR  BALL  AT  LANGWICK 

At  12  o'clock  the  ladies  came 

And  took  each  blushing(?)   humbled  twain 

Across  the  road,  where  Eddie's  dame 

Had  placed  a  royal  feast. 

Each  charmer  paid  (alas  how  rarel) 

Her  own  and  hungry  fellow's  fare. 

And  splendid  food  was  furnished  there 

For  o'er  an  hour  at  least. 

We  must  congratulate  each  belle 
^m  mountain,  vale  and  Fisher  Hill. 
Who  paid  her  leap-year  tax  so  well 
Last  Friday  night  at  Gould. 
Had  we  our  wish  we'd  gladly  call 
Twice  yearly  for  a  leap-year  ball. 
For  surely  we  were  happy  all 
The  while  the  women  ruled. 

And  we  beseech  you  throw  your  charms 
Around  the  lonely  mountain  farms. 
Where  bachelors  are  up  in  arms 

Against  your  luring  spell. 

Fan  to  a  flame  the  sluggish  smoke. 

Place  Gibourd  in  a  double  yoke. 

And  give  friend  Finlay  Ian  a  poke 

To  keep  him  hale  and  well. 


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LEAP  YEAR  BALL  AT  LANGWICK 

Dear  girls,  keep  up  your  enterprise 
And  dazzle  all  those  "bache's"  eyes, 
Before  the  present  leap-year  dies 
And  robs  you  of  your  rights. 
Take  pity  on  the  lonely  men 
From  "Midnight-  to  big  comer  "Ken," 
Or  later  on  "it  might  have  been" 
Will  rob  your  sleep  o*  nights. 

The  'legibles  we'll  briefly  scan: 
There's  Merchant  Donald  B.  Buchan. 
Who  is  a  dear,  good-natured  man. 
And  not  too  old  to  mend; 
And  Layfield,  too,  by  George!  you  bet, 

A  closer  friend  it's  hard  to  get 

Besiege  their  hearts,  they're  both  to  let 
And  bliss  will  rule  the  end. 

And  finally  O'Norman  "Hoe", 
Can  Cupid's  dart  e'er  conquer  you. 
And  penetrate  your  bosom  through 
To  kindle  there  a  flame? 
Shall  living  mortal  ever  see 
A  bouncing  baby  on  your  knee 
Whose  lisping  tones  will  add  with  glee 
"Papa"  unto  your  name 


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HOLY  WILLIE'S  PRAYER 

Or 

THE  HOLLERIN'  HOHENZOLLERIN 

Dear  GottI  der  weight  of  "right  divine" 

IM  on  my  shoultera  heavy  yet; 
Und  worries  grow  for  me  und  mine 

For  fear  our  thrones  should  b-  upset. 

Democracy  disturbs  my  dreams 

Und  leaves  Thy  ViUiam  veak  und  vom; 

Der  worldt  iss  upsite  down,  it  seems. 
Smce  Chermany  was  made  to  mourn. 

Ve  deemed  der  throne  of  "Nick"  secure 

From  Gottless  hordes  who  scheme  and  scoff: 

But  foes  of  mineund  Thine,  impure. 
Rebelled  und  bowled  der  RomanoffI 

Und  also  Greece  went  on  der  skids. 

For  Constantine.  my  Constantine! 
Und  other  kinks  may  lose  their  lids 

Till  all  are  gone  safe  mine  und  Thine  I 

If  von  by  von  ve  lose  our  crown 
My  schemes  on  earth  vill  be  upset; 

Und  Gott!  if  Ireland  turns  us  down 
Ve*re  in  der  soup  alretty  yet! 


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F 3LY  WILLIES  PRAYER 

Der  Yankeca.  too.  are  now  in  France. 

To  aid  der  hateful  Philistine. 
Und  .wear  they'll  make  der  Kaiser  dance 

Der  Turkey  trot  across  der  Rhine  I 

(Aside) 

Der  Shottiss  und  der  minuet. 
But,  by  der  power  of  "Me  und  Gott"  ' 
U.  Sam  vill  pay  der  piper  yetl 

Gott.  I've  been  faithful  to  my  trust 

Smce  Thou  dids't  place  me  on  der  throne; 

My  sword  was.  neffer  known  to  rust 
Vile  it  coult  y  t  extract  a  groan. 

Wheneffer  yet  I  drew  dot  sword 
To  make  der  helpless  victim  bleed, 

I  alvays  called  upon  der  Lort 

To  guide  my  arm  und  bless  der  deed  I 

I  aink  der  ships  on  all  der  seas. 

My  submarines  are  on  der  chobi 
Despairing  cries  invade  der  breeze 

Und  music's  in  der  dying  sob  I 

I  rain  der  pombs  from  oudt  der  sky. 
On  schools  and  hospitals  below;' 

Der  vimmen  und  der  chiltren  die  

For  thus  do  ve  reduce  der  foe! 

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HOLY  WILLIE'S  PRAYER 

Lort  help  me  mit  my  war  to  prove 
To  all  der  swine  as  they  shoult  k.iow, 

Thou  are  der  ruler  up  above 
Und  I  am  ruler  down  below  I 

I  am  der  Moses  as  of  oldt, 

I  smite  der  heathen  hip  and  thigh— 
Lort  send  me  Aaron  yet  to  holdt 

Thy  fainting  servant's  handts  on  highl 

On  Gideon  still  holdt  der  sun 

IT  ■?°"]*»^»''  ^°'  "Josh"  in  years  agone; 
Und  let  der  melancholy  moon 
Still  flood  der  vale  of  AjalonI 

(Aside) 
O  Chermany!  dear  Chermanyl 

Der  Lort  of  Hosts  vill  see  you  throughl 
Ve  are  der  chosen  people  ve, 

Und  not  der  Scotch  or  cunning  Jew! 

Vonce.  Lort,  Thou  knowest  ve  vere  chum^ 
Und  everything  did  come  my  vay; 

But  now  Thou'rt  turning  down  der  Aumb^ 
No  matter  how  so  loudt  I  bray! 

Remember,  Chermanys  Thy  friendt; 

Upholdt  it,  Lort,  for  our  dear  sake; 
Der  line  of  Hintenburg  is  bent 

O  help  us,  Gott,  befoie  it  break! 

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HOLY  WILUC'S  PRAYER 

Vm  trusting  in  Thine  aid  divine. 

Und  bray  und  fight  mit  shot  and  shell. 
But  Himmel  fails  to  hold  der  line 

Against  Canucks  dot  fight  like  hell  I 

I  bray  at  morning,  bray  at  night. 

Und  bray  at  noon  ven  it  is  hot; 
But  Gott  is  keeping  oudt  of  sight 

He  answers  not.  He  answers  notl 

Of  can  it  be.  as  scoffers  eay. 

Der  race  iss  for  der  von  who  runs> 
Und  dot  no  matter  how  ve  bray 

Der  Lort  is  mit  der  biggest  guns> 

If  so  it  be.  then  all  iss  lost; 

Farewell,  farewell,  dear  Chermanyl 
Uoyd  Chorge  can  figure  up  der  cost 

And  charge  it  all  to  Gott  und  me  I 


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HOW  WE  SETTLED  THE  ALASKAN 
BOUNDARY  QUESTION 

Now  that  little  Venezuela 

Has  her  navy  back  in  tow. 
With  the  "allies-  in  the  distance 

Waiting  for  the  promised  "dough". 
It  may  not  be  deemed  improper 

For  the  mind  that  loves  to  roam. 
Just  to  focus  its  attention 

On  •or.^.c  matters  nearer  home. 
We  are  also  growing  weary 

Of  the  "war  clouds  in  the  East", 
Which  bob  up  to  entertain  us 

Once  or  twice  a  year  at  least. 
And  we'd  bear  the  "bobbing"  better 

If  it  did  not  always  bring 
To  the  "concert  of  the  Powers" 
An  unfailing  chance  to  sing. 

They  are  masterful  musicians 

With  chin  music  as  their  forte. 
And  a  penchant  strong  for  love  songs 

When  they  serenade  the  Porte  I 
While  they  sing  the  Sultan  dances 

Like  a  strolling  Dago's  bear. 
Till  one  really  feels  the  presence 

Of  roast  Turkey  in  the  air! 


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ALASKA  YUKON  BOUNDARY 

Thus  they  exorcise  the  spirit 

Of  destruction  in  the  Turk, 
And  adjure  the  imp  to  vamoose 

And  forego  its  bloody  work. 
Doth  he  vamoose?     Yes.  a  season. 

To  return  with  "seven  more," 
While  the  Sultan's  still  insultin' 

And  his  fingers  still  in  gore. 

But  we'll  leave  this  doubtful  concert 

And  its  harem-scarem  tones. 
Meant  to  drown  the  voice  appealing 

In  the  dying  Christian's  groans; 
And  examine  rather  closer 

Into  troubles  of  our  own. 
To  uproot  the  crops  of  mischief 

Which  old  Satan  may  have  so^vn. 

People  must  with  friendly  feelings. 

And  the  best  intentions,  try 
To  elucidate  the  muddle 

Termed  "Alaskan  boundary." 
There's  a  rumble  in  that  region. 

And  it  shouldn't  louder  grow 

Just  a  little  cloud  of  worry 

'Mid  the  flurry  of  the  snow. 


ALASKA  YUKON  BOUNDARY 

Why,  oh  why,  should  kindred  people 

Quarrel  over  hunks  of  ice? 
If  they  knew  each  other  better 

They  would  settle  in  a  trice. 
But  Miss  Canada  is  frigid 

And  Columbia  is  cold. 
So  in  presence  of  the  couple 

There's  an  iciness  untold. 

Harken  to  the  one  bemoaning 

Up  among  the  northern  lights. 
How  that  "tother  is  a   "squatter" 

And  encroaching  on  her  right*. 
"It  is  mine  by  deed  and  title. 

For  as  everybody  knows — 
Not  to  mention  Rudyard  Kipling 

I  am  'Lady  of  the  Snows*. 

"See  my  cousin.  Hail  Columbia, 

Who  has  settled  thereabout, 
She  will  soon  take  Root  and  Lodge  there 

If  I  do  not  Turner  *  out. 
When  I  asked  her  'please  to  vacate  , 

Can  you  guess  the  jade's  response? 
Why,  she  sweetly  smiled  and  answered, 

'After  you,  my  dear  Alphonse'I" 


•Root,  Lodge  and  Turner,  the  three  American  arbitrator* 

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ALASKA  YUKON  BOUNDARY 

Thus  the  question  rests  at  present. 

Till  the  arbitrators  meet; 
And  we  trust  when  said  time  cometh 

They  will  gravely  take  their  seat 
Near  the  base  of  all  the  trouble. 

On  the  apex  of  the  Pole, 
Where  they'll  exercise  the  virtue 

At  the  least  of  keeping  cool! 

Furl  your  "colors,"  then,  ye  fair  ones. 

In  a  truce  of  amity. 
Till  this  august  body  settles 

Where  the  "boundary"  should  be; 
We've  emerged  from  clouds  of  discord 

And  should  never  more  go  back 
Whether  Skagways    neath  Old  Glory 

Or  beneath  the  Union  Jack! 


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DE  GUARDS  OF  LAFAYETTE 

Ma  Rosie  aay  to  me  today. 
"You  mus'  prepare,  ol*  man. 
For  to  join  de  Allied  army 
In  de  ranks  of  Honcle  Sam. 
De  worl*  is  full  commotion 
Since  explosion  of  de  Hun. 
An-  de  dev's  to  pay  for  Belgium 
An      position  in  de  sun". 

I  «ay.  "all  rat.  ol*  woman. 
Let  de  summon  come  today 
An-  you'll  fin-  ol'  Joseph  reldy 
For  to  arm  an'  march  away  I 
rm  as  good  for  carry  knapsack 
An    to  shoulder  up  ma  gun 
As  I  was  in  Reil  rebellion 
On  de  far  Saskatchewan." 

De  home  of  ma  adoption 

Is  as  good  a  place  for  me 

As  across  de  line  in  Canadaw. 

Ma  native  counteree. 

Ma  work,  ma  home,  ma  frien's.  are  here- 

In  fac  ,  de  whol*  dem  sett 

So  w-at  can  I  do  but  join  wit  you 

In  de  Guards  of  Lafayette! 


DE  GUARD  OF  LAFAYETTE 

I  don't  care  me  for  nobodda 

But  Stan'  up  for  w'at's  right. 

An'  if  Honcle  Sam  he  geeve  de  word 

An    say  we  got  to  fight: 

Good-bye  ma  work  on  Amoskeag. 

I  leave  it  quick  you  bet, 

An*  join  de  boy  wit'  utmos*  joy 

On  de  Guards  of  Lafayette! 

So  don't  mak*  fuss  abo't  dis  cuss. 
An*  don'  be  tak'  it  hard 
"  I,  ol'  Joe,  go  soon  to  show 
Ma  colors  in  c»    ^tuard. 

You  say  I  got  sume  babby 

I  mus'  stay  rat  by  dem?  Nit  I 
I  will  march  beneat*  ol'  Glory 
In  de  Guards  of  Lafayette  I 

O  ain't  it  mak'  sensation 

On  de  streets  of  Manchestar 

W'en  de  order  come  from  Honcle  Sam 

To  march  us  off  to  war. 

Nobodda'll  know  dat  dis  is  Joe 

From  dear  ol'  Nicolet, 

W'en  off  I  march  jus*  stiff  lak  starch 

In  de  Guards  of  Lafayette  I 


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DE  GUARD  OF  LAFAYETTE 

Dear  Woodrow.  would  you  be  so  good 

As  send  us  Teddy  R., 

To  be  commander  of  de  chief 

An"  leader  of  de  Guar'? 

Dis  war.  ma  friend,  is  quick  to  end 

If  battle  stage  is  set 

For  bol'  Ted,  on  Armageddon 

Leading  Guards  of  Lafayette! 

0  sure  it's  be  proud  day  for  me 

1  nevair  saw  before. 

W'en  Johnny  Bull  an'  Honcle  Sam 
Fight  sides  by  side  once  morel 
It's  mak'  one  combination 
Dat's  tarnation  sure  to  win 
W'en  Old  Glory  joins  de  Allies 
On  dat  rough  road  to  Berlin! 

Mos*  place  I  go  dey  ask  me,  "Joe. 

Who  start  dis  gol  darn  war? 

Was  it  de  Sultan-Kaiser. 

Or  de  Austro  Hungry  Tsar?" 

I  hanswer.  "well,  it's  hard  to  tell 

Who  start  dis  hell  abroad. 

But  spite  of  Hun.  de  gas  an*  gun. 

We'll  finish  it,  ba  God!" 


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DE  GUARD  OF  LAFAYETTE 

Den  Rosie,  dear,  dry  up  de  tear. 
An*  cheer  up  lak  ma  joy — 
You  know  de  Hun  is  turn  his  gun 
On  leetle  girl  an'  boy  I 
Now  dat  we  mus*  join  in  de  fuss 
And  Honcle  Sam  say,  "Get!" 
Jus*  wish  us  well  an*  shout  lak  hell 
For  de  Guards  of  Lafayette  I 


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THE  LUMBERJACK 


We  have  songs  on  many  topics. 

New  and  old,  beneath  the  sun. 
But,  alas,  in  many  cases. 

Minstrelsy  is  overdone: 

So  ril  sing  a  song  of  labor  — 

Where  the  muse  is  rather  slack 

And  my  theme  shall  be  of  timber 
And  the  hardy  lumberjack. 

Now  republican  traditions 

Are  so  grafted  in  our  bones. 

That  e'en  monarchs  of  the  forest 

Must  be  tumbled  from  their  thronet. 

And  to  raze  those  ancient  strongholds 
We  have  armies  of  the  axe. 

Plucky  pioneers  of  progress. 
Known  to  all  as  lumberjacks. 

He  may  lack  the  wings  of  angels 

And  the  sanctity  of  saints: 
If  a  town's  in  need  of  painting 

He  may  furnish  all  the  paints. 

Yet  he  lapses  but  a  moment 
And  again  he  hies  him  back 

Close  unto  the  heart  of  nature. 
Does  the  lonesome  lumberjack. 

There  amid  his  wild  surroundings 
And  the  crooning  of  the  trees. 

He  finds  balm  for  mind  and  body 
Borne  on  every  passing  breeze. 
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THE  LUMBERJACK 
There  is  something  strangely  healing 

In  the  magic  of  the  myrrh. 
In  the  odor  of  the  cedar 

And  the  fragrance  of  the  fir  I 

Grind  your  axes,  O  my  heroes, 

Point  your  peavies,  file  your  saws; 

Let  your  ropes  and  chains  and  cables 
Be  examined  now  for  flaws. 

Fire  up  the  iron  donkey. 

Till  each  rivet  feels  the  strain. 

Lumberjack  has  had  his  outing 
And  returns  to  camp  again! 

There  is  music  in  the  axe  fall 

As  it  sounds  upon  the  ear; 
There  is  music  in  the  sawing 

When  the  dust  is  flying  clear 

Aye.   there's  music  for  the  lumberjack 

Magnificent  of  p'>und. 
In  the  crashing  l  '  the  timber 

As  it  thunders  to  the  ground. 

He  will  never  lack  for  music 
While  the  owl  is  keeping  time 

With  the  ceaseless  serenading 
Of  the  frog  within  the  slime. 

But  the  music  ever  sounding, 
With  the  sweetest  of  appeals. 

Is  th'.  ding-dong  of  the  iron  gong 
That  calls  him  to  h'j  r.ieala! 

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THE  LUMBERJACK 
He's  a  credit  to  his  calling, 

To  his  country  and  his  clan: 
There  is  not  a  dude  among  them— 

Every  lumberjack's  a  man. 

And  you'll  find  him  ever  cheerful. 

In  the  sunshine  or  the  rain. 
From  the  camps  of  B.  Columbia 

To  the  lumber  camps  of  Maine. 

He  may  show  a  rough  exterior. 
But  his  heart  is  warm  within — 

Mark  him  poring  o'er  that  letter. 
Just  received  from  home  and  kin: 

Tears  will  gather  hot  and  blinding 
And  he  cannot  hold  them  back, 

Reading  words  from  distant  loved  ones 
to  their  absent  lumberjack  I 

Tis,  perchance,  a  loving  message 

From  a  sweetheart  far  away. 
Or  a  tender  admonition 

From  a  mother  old  and  gray. 

O,  ye  lumberjacks,  remember. 

That  wherever  ye  may  roam, 
There  are  anxious  hearts  av/aiting 

For  an  answer  "back  at  home"! 

When  the  sun  in  Rolden  glory 

Hath  descended  in  the  west, 
They  indulge  in  song  and  story 

Till  they  seek  their  bunks  for  rest: 
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THE  LUMBERJACK 
There  to  dream  of  icenes  of  childhood. 

Amid  mountain  stream  or  glen. 
Till  old  Sol  in  morning  splendor 

Calls  them  to  their  tasks  again. 

Soft  and  soothing  are  the  voices 
As  the  shades  of  evening  fall. 

Stealing  gently  through  the  foreit^ 
Brooding  calmly  over  all. 

By  yon  lake  a  loon  is  calling 

And  the  night  bird  answers  back. 

Keeping  vigil  o'er  the  slumbers 
Of  the  weary  lumberjack. 

O,  the  lumberjack  is  loyal 
And  he'll  surely  see  to  it. 
In  the  grind  against  the  Kaiser 
That  each  axe  will  "do  its  bit"; 

He  will  spruce  up  for  the  allies 
Till  ten  diousand  airplanes  hum. 

All  to  win  the  war  for  freedom 
And  democracy,  by  gum! 

Chorus 
Grind  your  axes,  O  my  heroes. 

Point  your  peavies,  file  your  saw^ 
Let  your  ropes  and  chains  and  cables 

Be  examined  now  for  flaws: 
Fire  up  the  iron  donkey 

Till  each  rivet  feels  the  strain. 
Lumberjack  will  help  the  Allies 

Wm  the  war  with  ship  and  planel 
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PADDY  THE  BOOK  AGENT 

Air 
LARRY  O'GAFF 


The  sun  rose  in  splendor  one  foine  summer  mom- 

ing 
That  marked  me  first  effort  at  selling  a  book. 
It's  rays  with  soft  beauty  the  landscape  adorning 
Sint  thramps  to  seek  bliss  in  some  cool  shady  nook. 
But  no  such  rethrate  the  hot  moments  beguiling 
Afforded  relief  to  poor  Pathrick  O'Reilly. 
Who  canvassed  that  day  epidermis  parboiling 
In  air  that  would  stifle  a  Florida  cook. 

I  ambled  along  wid  me  pack  on  me  shoulder. 
And  prayed  for  a  cloud  to  o'ershadow  me  path: 
Says  I  to  meself.  if  it  doesn't  grow  cowlder 
Poor  Pat  you'll  be  afther  sure  milting  to  death. 
I  entered  a  town  an'  the  first  house  I  came  to 
Looked  much  loike  OGradys.  I  intered  the  same 
to. 

And   called    for   the   misthress.    though    troth   half 

ashamed  to. 
An'  sat  for  a  moment  to  catch  at  me  breath. 


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PADDY.  THE  BOOK  AGENT 

■n«  m..lhreM  appeared,  looking  black  ..  .  Took 

The  dev.1  ye  ere  wid  ye,  ir,pe,ti„ce  «.i„. 
W  f  .„  „e  ki,che„.  •  .he  „id  wid  .  look. 
A  J  .L  "  ''°'"  '•'«>>"«««.  Mr..  0-Gr.dyJ" 

Ould  halhen   ■(  not  be  mc  troth  ye  .re  nady; 
Ye  want  to  be  afther  .ure  buyin   a  book." 

She  looked  quite  i„,.„t  at  aich  bould  handwme 
tature. 

And  warm  as  it  was.  I  could  see  that  she  shook. 
U II   tache  ye  a   lesson."   she  scramed.    "Ye  vile 
crature. 
Ye  cross  twixt  an  ape  an*  a  Bowery  street  crook  I" 
i)he  jumped  at  me  troat  thin  an'  would  you  belave 
me. 

As  quick  as  a  wink  through  the  dure  did  she  have 
me. 

And  howled  .s  I  struck— will  her  tones  ever  lave 
me? — 

"The  divil  fly  off  wid  yoraelf  an*  yer  book." 

I  left  a  square  Inch  of  rrc  cheek  at  O'Gradys 
An    hmped  wid  the  rest  to  the  house  just  for^int. 
A  wmch  m  the  dureway  ^vas  paling  some  praties. 
Who  watched  me  approach  wid  a  quizzical  squint. 
Says  I  w,d  the  best  of  me  Chesterfield  graces 
Good    day    rne    fair    maid,    ain't    it    hotter    than 
blazes, 

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PADDY,  THE  BOOK  AG^T 

An'  coaxingly  .wate  I  did  ask.  "If  ye  plaze.  Miw. 
To  ordhcr  a  piece  av  me  illigant  print  I* 

Thank  God  for  his  gifts  I  this  colleen  was  a  daisy. 
Who  flashed  me  a  glance  from  her  eyes  of  deep 

blue; 
And  smiling  so  swately  said.  "Pathrick.  go  aisy. 
I  see  ye  were  born  where  the  blarney  stone  grew." 
"O  yes.  I  was  born  in  ould  Ireland.  God  bless  ye. 
The  compliment  sure  makes  me  long  to  caress  ye. 
And  now  be  me  troth  I  am  timpted  to  press  ye 
To  take  all  me  books  an*  the  book  agent  tool" 

We  published  the  bans  then  to  tell  Oim  not  mind- 
ing. 
Our  lips  did  the  printing  as  ach  wint  to  pre^^— 
The  type  was  O.  K.  and  O.  K.  was  the  bin 
The  sthrongest  av  bonds  are  two  hearts  tha         ess. 
The  saints  be  adored  for  the  joys  they  were  seed- 
ing— 

The  angels  be  bless'd  on  our  nuptials  attending— 
For  nothing  can  aquel  in  loife  till  its  ending 
The  gift  of  a  mate  loike  the  wan  I  possess  I 


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JEAN  LABONNE. 

I  am  now  one  lumberjack, 

Rosemarie, 
An'  I  live  in  tumble  shack 

By  some  tree ; 
Twice  a  year  I  leave  ma  lair. 
Wit'  the  fir  spines  in  ma  hair. 
An'  win'  up  at  Totem  Square, 

Seattlee. 

CHORUS 
O,  I'm  good  wan  all  aroun'. 

Rosemarie; 
I'm  de  bes'  man  on  de  Soun' 

Wit'  peavie. 
In  de  sunshine  or  de  wreck 
I  am  always  on  de  deck, 
Jean  Labonne  from  ol*  Kebec 

Dat  is  me  I 

On  de  fourt'  of  each  July, 

Rosemarie; 
An*  w'en  Chris'mas  day  come  nigh. 

You  can  see 
Ev'ry  lumber  son  of  gun 
On  de  States  of  Washington 
Jus'  lak  Jean  Baptiste  Labonne. 
On  de  spree  I 


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I  am  cair  de  "Skookum  Kid," 

Rosemarie; 
I'm  grease  lightning  on  de  skid 

Yes  siree; 
I  can  "team"  or  "tend  de  hook," 
I  can  -'bark"  or  "fall"  or  "buck." 
An*  w'en  whisky's  down  de  cook 
I'm  "cookeel" 

O,  you'd  lak  for  tak*  one  ride. 

Rosemarie ; 
Do'n  de  steep  ol'  mo'nta'n  side 

'Long  wit'  me; 
Dare  is  notting  lak  a  jog 
Do'n  dat  mo'nta'n  on  a  log 
Clinging  to  an  iron  dog, 

Hully  geef 

But  w'en  Skookum  leave  de  rail, 

Rosemarie ; 
For  an  independen'  trail 

Thru  de  tree; 
Den  you  see  somebodda  jomp 
Lak  de  dev'  along  de  dump. 
An'  climb  up  on  wan  beeg  stump, 

Dat  is  mef 


112 


1. 1 


CANADIANS  GUARD  YOUR  OWN. 

During  the  Boer  War  at  a  time  when  the  British  forces 
were  suffering  severe  r«  erses  a  certain  Quebec  paper  sUted 
that  the  British  Empire  was  built  on  "feet  of  clay"  and  pre- 
dicted that  it  would,  like  its  Babylonian  prototype,  suffer  • 
•udden  fall. 

^    ,  We  trust  it's  c  long  long  way  to  that  "fall,"  and  thank 
God  the  dear  old  fl&g  still  waves. 

"On  feet  of  clay,**  false  prophets  tay, 
"On  feet  of  clay,  the  Empire  stands" ; 

Great  Power  which  braves  tempestuous  waves 
For  Freedom*s  cause  in  many  lands. 

Write  not  again,  misguided  pen. 

Write  not  again  our  "woes**  upon. 
Compare  us  not  with  that  vain  sot 

Whose  misrule  doomed  old  Babylon. 

Is  it  because  you  love  their  laws. 

Is  it  because  you  love  the  Boer, 
You  thus  assail  with  bitter  wail 

The  flag  which  waves  your  country  o'er? 

Flag  of  the  brave,  long  may  it  wave  I 

FJag  of  the  brave  still  rule  the  seal 
While  Britain  fights  for  human  rights 

For  progress  and  for  liberty. 

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'u 


CANADIANS,  GUARD  YOUR  OWN 

Reverses  may  be  ours  today; 
Reverses  may  our  arms  attend: 

w?n  ***"'?  might—with  Britain's  right- 
Will  surely  conquer  in  the  end. 

Unwise  Semaine  why  thus  complain? 

ynyr'ue  Semaine  why  idly  rave> 
It  it  be  "sin"  for  us  to  win 

'Tis  sin  to  liberate  the  slave  I 

P'g^  cant  no  more  anent  the  Boer, 
Pray  cant  no  more,  'tis  but  a  ruse 

'^o' venting  rage  against  an  age 
Ahead  of  Semaine  Religieuse. 

Our  country  needs  no  clashing  creeds. 
1 1  .  "j  country  needs  no  cliques  nor  clans. 
United  all  to  stand  or  fall. 
Let's  still  be  true  Canadians  I 

A  glorious  name  our  children  claim, 

A  glorious  heritage  is  theirs; 
Then  why  should  we  thus  disagree. 

And  strew  their  path  with  racial  snares? 

^JL'*™*  "  nea'.  the  edict's  clear, 

rhe  time  is  near  when  racial  strife 
Will  vanish  quite  before  the  light 
That  ushers  in  a  nobler  life. 


i 


!    . 


114 


CANADIANS,  GUARD  YOUR  OWN 


Your  destined  lot,  deny  it  not. 

Your  destined  lot  is  clear  and  plain; 

Nor  vicious  kicks  against  the  pricks 
Can  e'er  retard  the  coming  reign  I 

No  bigot's  sway  shall  rule  our  day; 

No  bigot  of  a  bygone  age 
Shall  ever  stand  in  this  free  land 

To  preach  a  gospel  born  of  rage. 

Proclaiming  peace,  let  rancor  cease; 

Proclaiming  peace,  let  strife  be  slain. 
Let  S..   on  trait  and  Gallic  hate 

Be  merged  in  strong  Canadian  strain  I 


lis 


il 


GU^RD  THE  GAEUC. 
An  Ezhortatioii  to  the  Gael 


~ii 


u  -i- 


!•  it  not  our  bounden  right 
To  uphold  with  all  our  might. 
And  with  tongue  and  pen  to  fight 
For  our  native  Gaelic? 

Guard  the  language  known  to  Eve, 

Ere  the  Serpent  did  deceive 

And  the  last  one  we  believe. 
Mellow.  matchiHiM  Gaelic! 

Pity  the  disloyal  clown 
Who  will  dwell  awhile  in  Town, 
And  returning  wear  a  frown 
If  he  hears  the  Gaelic. 

Tis  amusing  to  behold 
Little  misses  ten  years  old. 
When  they  leave  the  country  fold 
How  they  lose  the  Gaelic. 

Some  gay  natives  of  the  soil. 
Cross  "the  line"  a  little  while 
And  returning,  deem  it  "style" 
To  deny  the  Gaelic. 


116 


GUARD  THE  GAEUC 

Ladfl  and  lauies  in  their  teens 

Wearing  airs  of  kings  and  queens 

Just  a  taste  of  Boston  beans 
Makes  them  lose  their  Gaelic  I 

They  return  with  finer  clothes. 
Speaking  "Yankee"  through  their  note  I 

That's  the  way  the  Gaelic  goes 

Pop!  goes  the  Gaelic. 

Tho'  the  so-called  "tony  set" 
Teach  them  quickly  to  forget. 
They  will  all  be  loyal  yet 
To  their  mother  Gaelic. 

Then  abjure  such  silly  pride 
Cast  the  ragged  thing  aside — 
Let  your  mongrel  "English"  slide 
Rather  than  the  Gaelic. 

What  a  dire  calamity 
And  how  lonesome  we  would  be 
If  our  honored  Seannachie. 
Failed  to  charm  in  Gaelic! 


117 


GUARD  THE  GAEUC 


if 


Better  far  the  "mother  tongues- 
Language  in  which  mother  aung 

Long  ago.  when  we  were  young 

Ever  tender  Gaelic! 

Findlay'*  ever  ready  muM. 
Stricken  dumb,  would  soon  refuM 
People  further  to  enthuse. 
If  he  lost  ^is  Gaelic  I 

And  Buchanan,  how  could  he 
Sell  his  soda  or  his  tea 
On  this  side  of  "Talamh  a  righ." 
If  he  lost  his  Gaelic? 

Also  Merchant  Edward  Mac 
Would  not  sell  so  much  tomac 
If  his  stock  was  found  to  lack 
Lusty  Lewis  Gaelic  I 

And  Pennoyer.  what  would  you 
At  the  Gould  post  ofl5ce  do 
When  you'd  hear  from  not  a  few 
"Ca  mar  u  ha  u  fean  a  diubh," 
If  you  lost  your  Gaelic  > 

118 


If 


GUARD  THE  GAEUC 

Little  Donald  with  the  plaid 
O'er  hi*  buirdly  shoulder  laid. 
Would  go  dancing  in  the  shade. 
And  his  glory  soon  would  fade 
If  he  lost  his  Gaelic. 

From  O'Groat's  to  lands' end,  too, 

What  would  brother  Scotomen  do 

All  the  loyal  clansmen  who 
But  a  single  language  know. 
If  they  lost  their  Gaelic? 

What  would  then  become  of  those 
Poems  grand,  in  rhyme  or  prose. 
Which  in  stately  measure  flows 
From  "Beinn  Oran's"  spotless  snowsl 
"Chaibar  Faidth"— the  best  that  grow»— 
"Fhir  a  baitha" — how  he  rows  I 
What,  I  ask,  would  happen  those 
If  we  lost  the  Gaelic? 

Then  uphold  the  magic  tongue 
Which  through  mystic  Eden  rung 

When  Creation  still  was  young 

Language  in  which  Adam  sung 
To  his  Eve,  Earth's  first  love  song; 
When  the  morning  stars  were  flung 

Into  space,  where  since  they've  clung 

Ancient,  Glorious  Gaelic  I 


119 


THE  AMERICAN  EAGLE 


<f 


Unafraid  of  all  creation,  where  hi.  rock-ribbed  lur- 
rets  rise; 

^*'*  \oHtude'**"'''  unbounded  hedging  'round  hi. 

That  should   warn   marauding   mongrels  with   de 
signs  upon  his  brood  I 

O.  the  outlook  from  hi.  aerie  i.  a  grand  one.  it  i. 
true — 

Matchle»  beauty  in  the  vi,ta.  which  unfold  before 

nis  view; 
Might  and   right  and  wealth  and  glory  that  AaU 

never  know  decline 

"^Rhtt"'"  '°  """""  "'"''"•  "'^^"  °f  *• 


120 


U 


THE  AMERICAN  EAGLE 

You  invaded  hi.  dominion.,  .owing  di«:ord  on  the 
way: 

Your    besotted    agent,    plotted    to    oerthrow    hi. 
mighty  .way: 

U«ng  an  the  wile,  of  Willie  on  pacifi.l  Bob  and 
Pat, 

Till    .ome   eaglet.    over.illy   .carcely   knew   where 
they  were  at. 

He  wa.  patient  with  your  pirate,  .ince  you  first  be- 
gan to  raid 

And  u.urp  hi.  habitation  to  pur.ue  your  hell-bom 
trade; 

He  wa.  patient  with  your  plotting  Ull  you  piled 
the  final  .traws 

Which  broke  down  hi.  toleration— now.  ye  devil., 
min     hi.  claw.f 

He   looked    on   in   consternation,   wjarce   believing 
what  he  .aw. 

When  you  sank  hi.  .hip.  in  anger  in  defiance  of  all 
law: 

Killing  women  and  their  children  with  a  fiendiah- 

neM  unknown 
Since  the  fir.t  bloodthir.ty  mon.ter  wa.  mi.placed 

upon  a  throne. 


121 


V 


THE  AMERICAN  EAGLE 


i! 


Now  *^«««l|»|.  wr.A  U  burning,  h.  i.  «„,  f„ 

"^  VbiL:!;*'  """^ ""  '-"•  ^'  "" 

When  h,  ^e.p.  down  from  hi.  .eri.  in  ih.  fm» 
of  hia  fire —  ^ 

Sudden  d«th  will  clutch  the  vital,  of  the  victim. 
Of  hi*  ire  I 

^'*'  *?„rf''i1"''  "*  'P'-ding.  nobly  v-d- 
«ng  to  the  breeze, 

And  their  awful  .weep  Aall  bear  him  over  land 
and  over  seas: 

mighty  pinions  rest. 
And  Cod  help  mUguided  minion,  who  have  «o». 
keyed  with  his  ne«tl 

^""""  ■i'!r™"'"i  ""*""    ""«'''»or.    hold    Ih. 
hills     so  dearly  won 

Hold  the  hill,  until  the  Eagle  .trike.  with  you  to 
cnwh  the  Hun  I  ^  »  'o 

Courage!  Allie.  friend,  of  freedom,  in  thi.  ww 
V  e  re  all  akin — 

Carnr  on.  Old  Glory',  with  you  on  the  red  road 
to  oeriml 


122 


IN  MEMORY 

of 
DONALD  McLEOD 


Of  North  Hill.  Lingwick.  Who  Died  of  Sr.i.llpox.  at  FUgrtaff. 
Aruona.  on  the  2nd  day  of  March.    1 862. 


The  sun  hath  set  and  leaves  the  day.  as  when  the 

soul  hath  left  iu  clay. 
The  pale  soft  tints  of  twilight  spread  from  east  to 

west. 

The  evening  breeze  that  fans  my  cheek  with  mellow 

cadence  seems  to  speak. 
Then  sighing  onward  through  the  dusk  it  sinks  to 

rest. 

On  nights  like  this  my  fancy  strays,  to  loved  ones 

lost  m  other  days; 
Whom  gold  had  tempted  to  the  sunset  land  afar; 
Brave  boys  whose  hopes    of  future    wealth    were 

hy  thy  power  O  Death, 
Wliose  mandates  wage  on  old  and  young  a  constant 

war. 

Among  the  lads  so  kind  and  true,  who  sought  the 

land  of  golden  hue. 
To  meet  amid  its  glittering  hopes  an  early  doom. 
Was  Linpvick  8  strongest,  leaiest  man,  the  joy  and 

pride  of  all  his  clan. 
As  brave  a  youth  as  ever  graced  a  Compton  home. 

Dear  comrade  of  my  younger  days,  my  muse  is  weak 

to  smg  thy  praise, 
But  love  is  strong  howe'er  so  feeble  be  my  strain; 
And  though  you  re  sleeping  cold  and  still,  on  Fla«- 

staff  8  distant  pine-clad  hill. 
Fond  memory  often  flits  to  thee  across  the  plain 


123 


DONALD  McLEOD 


V  n 


you  on  until  the  last; 
*""  Aee:*'''  ''°"'^'  °^  ^""^'^  approach  111  think 

^'*'  *^L"1'  4*'  ?**•  ^°^^"'  '*°"''  '^^'  <^"t  th"  down 
m  manhood  a  power; 

Thrice  bitter  if  death's  chains  could  bind  eternally. 

But  blessed   promise,   hopeful   friend,    that  tell.  u. 
death  is  not  the  end, 

J'aife^'"  P'^'P'^^^  ^°o^   for  all   beyond   the 

Oh,   sing  aloud   the  glad   refrain,    that  friend  with 
friend  wiil  meet  again! 

^Zl!^"  '^''"  '""  ""'"  ^*  conquered  by  the 

What  though  the  red  men  roam  at  will,  from  arid 

plain  to  cooler  hill.  '      °^  ^"** 

Kegardless  of  the  mounds  that  lie  amid  the  groves- 

.t7^\r  ^i"^'<="   find    their   grave^^i* 
ghosts  of  long  departed  braves 
Ihe  spot  is  one  the  God  of  nature  dearly  loves. 

'"  ^hlTeYsatr '  ^^"''  "'"^  *^^^^°"^«  ^"^'  *« 
^"^  wave?   '*"'  '""•    ""^''*^"  P^"''  '"^  b'-n^^hea 

^"^  an?r.'  ''T*'''  ?'■°^^^'  P'^y*  ''^'^"gh  storm 
and  calm,  by  night  and  day. 

'«rv.      ''  "^^'^  '^""'^  ""  ^   *°n«'   neglected 
grave. 


124 


DONALD  McLEOD 


the 


Of  any  nature  ever  lavished  >  ere  below. 

An  earthly  paradise  o'erspread  by  heaven's  glow. 

How  fitting  that  thy  sun  went  down,  so  near  the  spot 
that  wears  earth's  crown.—  ^ 

Ihe  Colorado  Canyon  country,  weird  and  dim; 

No  grander  land  beneath  the  skies  in  which^o  die 
in  which  to  rise; 

And  nature's  God  will  care  for  all  who  sleep  in  Him. 

^^Von^wi";  ^'^-'/^"^  «"*»»'y  hope,  are  buried  in 
yon  western  slopes, 

And   gentle   mothers   grieve   for   love4   ones   lying 

Thout»  maidens  sigh  with  sad  unrest,  for  lovers  true 

who  died  out  west; 
The  bitter  heartache  soon  will  cease  and  all  be  fair. 

^"'  ^nd^If  *'  '"^"'y  .^°'«  «ti»  "ngs  within  our  ears, 
and  memory  clings 

^below:''*'''''""  '^^'  "^^'^^"^  ^'''  '^^^  ^h"«  '^i" 

^"'  nt;r  rhYniUr^'^  ''^''  ^°*»^  ™« -^  i— 

That^marks   hi.  lonely   death   amid    the   mountain 


125 


It 


DONALD  McLEOD 

The  prairie  wolves  of  stealthy  tread  already  seemed 

to  scent  the  dead ; 
Their  fitful  howls  were  borne  upon  the  midnight  air; 
The  western  world  was  wrapped  in  gloom!  from 

sandy  waste  to  heaven's  dome. 
When  Donald  closed  his  weary  eyes  and  passed  from 

care. 

The  air  within  the  mountain  camp  was  uncongenial. 

co:<i  and  damp: 
And  J^Prinstide  gales  were  moaning  dismally  out- 

No  loving  hand  was  there  to  press  his  fevered  brow 

with  fond  caress. 
No  gentle  voice  to  whisper  comfort  when  he  died. 

Dear  Balloch  Ban.  thou'rt  now  at  rest;  thy  sun  went 
down  far  in  the  West.  .  my  sun  went 

Alasf  no  more  to  rise,  until  the  Judgment  Day; 

^"^  sway.  '''''""'^  '^""  '^'^  ^*'*  *»^'^  <>^«d  thy 

^"^  o\TJ'''  t'^'  >'^"^^*  **  -o^^'  ^»»"«  grand 
old  mountam  pme  trees  nod 

Their  lofty  plumes  beneath  the  far-off.  distent  domef 

Oh.  stranger,  should  you  linger  near,  drop  on  Sis 

lonely  grave  a  tear,  ^  ^" 

In  memory  of  the  boy  that  sleeps  so  far  from  home. 


126 


OVER  THE  TOP 


A  lusty  lad  from  Lewis, 

Bright  gem  from  Britain's  crown- 
Assailed  by  Huns  with  gas  and  guns 

In   "No  Man's  Land"  was  down. 

No  power  on  earth  can  save  him, 

'Tis  madness,  then,  to  try; 
Still  to  the  deed  sprang  forth  with  speed 

A  balloch  ban  from  Skyel 

He  volunteered  to  enter 

That  zone  of  certain  death. 
And  unafraid  went  forth  to  aid. 

While  thousands  held  their  breath. 

Thru  all  that  hell  of  fire 

He  sped  like  mountain  deer 

On  shell-torn  ground  his  comrade  found. 
And  bore  him  to  the  rear. 

Their  comrades  gather   'round   them 

To  do  what  mortals  can: 
But— cruel  fate! — they  found  them 

Beyond  the  help  of  man. 


127 


t 

I 

i.: . 

I' 

M 


OVER  THE  TOP 
One  whispcis.    "Da  mar  ha  u?" 

"Gla   vadh."   the   friend   replied; 
Then  rescuer  and  rescued 

"Went  over"  side  by  sidel 

How  marred  the  manly  beauty! 

Now  torn  by  shot  and  shell— 
Ye  Huns  have  done  your  duty 

And  served  your  master  well! 

Poor   bleeding,    broken   bodies 
To  mother  earth   consign 

The  spirit  of  the  laddies 
Ye  cannot  more  confine. 

Over  the  top  together 

Over  the  great  gray  host 

Homing  like  birds  of  freedom. 
Back  to  their  rock-bound  coast 

Over  the  top  together! 

Out  from  the  fighting  list: 
Home  where  the  purple  heather 

Blooms  in  the  Highland  mist. 

Sons  of  mothers  returning^ 

Souls  from  the  clod  set  free: 

Back  where  the  home  guards,  yeamin£ 
Pray  that  their  eyes  might 


12S 


If  'i 

til 


OVER  THE  TOP 

See  through  the  veil  between  them. 

Though  but  a  brief,  brief  glance. 
Into  the  eyes  of  loved  ones. 

Dead  on  the  fields  of  France! 

Home  where  the  curlew's  calling 
Notes  that  are  wild  and  free  I 

Home,  where  the  mist  is  falling 
Into  a  storm-tossed  sea. 

Parents  of  brave,  dead  soldiers. 

Dear  sisters,   sweethearts,  wives. 
Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead 

For  all  the  dear  lost  lives? 

Yes,  there's  a  balm  in  knowing 
They  died  for  you  and  me: 

Their  precious  blood  bestowing. 
The  price  of  liberty  I 

Dear  lusty  lad  from  Lewis: 

Brave  blue-eyed  boy  from  Skye: 

In  this  great  war  you  show  us 
How  bravely  men  can  die  I 


129 


THE  ALKIU  LAND 


or 


A-ROAMING  I  WOULD  GO. 


il 


I  left  my  old  home  and  my  friends  in  the  East. 
Ambitious  to  better  my  fortunes,  forsooth; 
And  seek  amid  scenes  of  the  strenuous  Wwt 
The  gold  which  Lad  gilded  the  dreams  of  my  VoutL 

But  gold  not  alone,  waa  the  dochus  mo  chree 
Which  painted  Uiat  faraway  country  so  fair; 
A  lure  more  compelling  was  beckoning  me— 
The  maiden  I  loved  since  my  childhood  was  therel 

I  did  what  a  man  without  money  must  do 
Just  walked  when  the  "brakies"  were  looking  too 
sharp. 

I  «ang  when  I  felt  in  the  humor,  'tis  true- 
When  lonesome,  like  David  I  hung  up  my  harp! 

I  envied  the  lot  of  the  fellow  inside. 
Ujo  traveled  in  comfort  asleep  or  awake; 
While  I.  of  all  comfort  and  slumber  denied. 
Was  beatmg  my  way  on  the  beam  of  a  brake! 


130 


THE  ALKALI  LAND 

« 

Thus  onward  I  journeyed  by  night  and  by  day, 

Combating  the  problems  of  food  and  of  rest 

Content  as  I  traveled  the  wearisome  way 
To  know  I  was  nearing  the  wonderful  West. 

My  pilgrimage,  first  uneventful  and  slow. 
Changed  color  as  Texas*  vast  reaches  I  struck. 
Arizona  the  arid,  and  New  Mexico- 
Half  hell  and  half  heaven,  were  also  my  luck. 

When  tortured  and  weak  by  the  heat  of  the  sand. 
Aiid  swollen  my  tongue  and  the  water  was  done, 
I  wondered  no  more  as  I  passed  through  the  land 
At  the  myriad  bones  bleaching  white  in  the  sun. 

Yea,  on  as  I  plodded  the  limitless  range. 

In  that  land  of  hot  sand  and  eternal  clear  skies. 

How  oft  in  my  thirst  did  I  long  for  a  change 

To  my   own  native  hills,   where   the  watersprings 

rise! 
O  Compton  beloved!  what  visions  arose. 
Of  thy  hills  and  dark  vales  and  thy  cold  mountain 

streams  I 

And  each  fountain-like  fuadhran*  which  bubbles 
and  flows. 

On   the   farm   back   at  home  in   the   land   of   my 
dreams! 

•Water  spring. 


131 


Hi 


THE  ALKAU  LAND 

Some  tell  me  the  beauty  of  Nature,  abroad, 
Surpawe.  in  grandeur  the  country  we  boaat^ 
They  d  alter  their  view,  if  they  traver.ed  the  road 
I  weanly  tramped  on  my  way  to  the  "Coaat". 

There  may  be  a  .pot  in  .ome  faraway  clime 
Where  Nature  in  robe,  of  perfection  i.  drewed- 
But  give  me  her  mood,  and  her  image  «.blime ' 
A.  .een  m  the  wild,  woolly  wa.te.  of  the  We.tl 

'  *'*^Indu!  '^^  '^  "*"  '^'^  '***™  *^'°"«'*  *•« 
Gaunt  remnant  that  tell,  of  the  white  man*.  abu«». 

Wmh"'/.  *'?**'  '  *^°"*^  »^*  undemtand. 
Wa.  I  lulled  by  the  .oft  clucking  language  they  u«,. 

We  never  took  thought  on  occa.ion.  like  the.e 
Of   the  danger,  which   lurked   a.  we  lay  on  the 
ground — 

^°"^\!!ieze?'''  °^  '°^°'"  ^  *'°'"*  P"*  o»  Ae 
And  the  rattlcnake  coiled  with  an  ominou.  .oundl 

Aaleep  'neath  the  .tar.  of  that  beautiful  clime, 
n  the  .hadowy  gloom  that  .ame  me«  had  ca.t. 
Und..turbed  m  my  .lumber..  I'd  dream  of  the  time 
When  the  long  dreary  mUe.  .till  ahead  would  be 
paued. 


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Mysterious  mesMi  how  ghostly  yc  loom  I 
How  sp  sctral  and  huge  o'er  the  alkali  waste; 
The  secrets  of  ages  thy  vastness  entomb. 
Are  seemingly  safe  in  thy  mystical  breast  I 

When  shadows  of  even*  crei  t  over  the  land. 
And  mountains  around  me  grew  ghostly  and  grey. 
The  fringe  of  the  foothills  I  anxiously  scanned 
For  lithe,  tawny  forms  ever  prowling  for  prey. 

Oft  during  my  journey  I  fancied  that  rain 
Fell  cool  from  a  cloud  on  my  thirst-swollen  lips; 
Yet  cloudless  the  sky  o'er  that  quivering  plain— 
Twas  the  last  ray  of  hope  undergoing  eclipse  I 

At  times  would  the  lure  of  this  mirage  prevail. 
Till,  reason  returning.  I'd  hasten  me  back; 
For  I  knew  the  safe  trail  was  to  follow  the  rail 
Gleaming  hot  in  the  sun  on  the  Santa  Fe  track! 

The  phantoms  of  fever  thus  beckoned  in  vain. 
Where  better  and  stronger  than  I  had  been  lost; 
Though    the    hell    of    Mohave    was    scorching    my 

brain. 
I  crossed  it  in  safety  and  struck  for  the  Coast. 


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THE  ALKAU  LAND 

0  boundleM  Pacific  I  I  deem  it  no  Iom 

To  flee  to  thy  arms  from  the  cactus  and  sand; 
How  sweet  on  thy  deep,  heaving  bosom  to  toss 
After  parching  so  long  in  the  alkali  land  I 

1  boarded  a  schooner  that  slopped  in  the  bay 

A  tub  of  a  ship  for  Seattle  outbound 

And  up  from  old  Frisco  we  wallowed  our  way 
To  lovely  Seattle,  the  Queen  of  the  Sound. 

And  there  on  a  hill,  in  a  beautiful  spot. 
Overlooking  Uke  Union's  low  murmuring  wave, 
The  love  of  my  youth,  whom  so  long  I  had  sought. 
Alone  among  strangers  I  found— m  her  gravel 


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A  CHRISTMAS  DREAM. 


On  Chriatmaa  night  I  tallied  forth. 
To  the  Red  Mountain  in  the  north; 
The  bright  abode  of  men  of  worth 
'Twixt  here  and  heaven; 
Where  Finlay's  stakes  in  mother  earth 
Are  firmly  driven. 

I  ambled  up  the  village  road. 
Past  many  an  Irishman's  abode, 
And  carried  quite  a  heavy  load — 
The  most  inside; 

I  faith  sincerely  thanked  the  code 
The  way  was  wide. 

Here  conscience  loudly  whispered,    "Dhu, 

How  oft  hath  it  been  told  to  you. 

The  end  that  way  would  lead  you  to 

Should  you  persist — 

With  soldiers  of  the  ribbon  blue 

At  once  enlist." 

I  answered  conscience,  "give  me  peace, 

The  time  of  pledges  draws  apace. 

When  we  must  swear  to  shun  the  glass 

And  all  its  riot; 

We've  but  a  single  week  of  grace 

So  let's  enjoy  it." 


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I  followed  up  by  Keenan't  gate 

Unlo  the  "turn"  where  two  ways  meet. 

Then<^  to  the  left  the  mountain  ttreet 

Would  guide  me  right. 

Tho*  for  my  life  I  could  not  tee't. 

JiMt  in  that  light. 

For  where  two  highway*  ran  before. 
I  law  a  dozen  tracks  or  more; 
And  which  to  take.  I  waant  sure. 
By  either  eye; 

Twas  but  a  chance  against  a  score. 
And  yet  I'd  try. 

I  started  on  with  divers  tacks. 

And  strove  to  reconcile  the  tracks 

Which  darted  round,  like  jumping  jackfc. 

Before  my  gaze; 

Twould  take  a  dozen  crowd  a  cacks 

Thei'     ourse  to  trace. 

Had  I  big  John's  and  Eddie's  charts. 
To  tell  me  where  the  highway  parU. 
Reducing  by  their  magic  arts 
Nineteen  to  two; 

I  would  have  from  my  heart  of  hearts 
Poured  blessings  due. 


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ConfiMion  wone  confounded.  gMl 
On  evety  tnck  a  hone  I  see. 
And  all  alike  it  eeeme  to  me 
As  barley  tconee— 
I  vow,  Pete  Cagne'e  cavaify— 
Piroud.  prancing  roans! 

Their  bones  were  rattling  in  the  cold 
Like  vales  of  which  Ezekiel  told! 
A  few  indeed  did  seem  too  old 
To  nibble  corn; 

The  colt  among  them  all  was  foaled 
Ere  "Smoke"  was  bom. 

Ah  I  crippled,  gaunt  and  wild-eyed  steed. 
Thy  woes  are  great,  your  want  is  feed  I 
Reminds  me  of  D.  Bunker's  breed 
That  gasps  for  breath; 
Aye.  one  and  all  are  built  for  speed- 
To  certain  death  I 

I  asked  the  leader  of  the  band. 

If  he  could  tell,  upon  which  hand. 

The  mountain  turnpike  pierced  the  land 

Around  those  parts; 

Td  shipped  a  sea.  I  told  him.  and 

Had  lost  my  charts. 


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"The  left  I"  he  answered  with  a  yell; 

Tw  easy,  sir,  your  course  to  tell; 

And  that  will  lead  you  down  to— well. 

To  "Robert's  road." 

T^ien  straight  away  on  yonder  hill 

Is  "Smoke's"  abode. 


if 

ii. 


The  right  hand  road  you  must  not  take. 

As  that  will  lead  to  Moffat  Lake. 

Where  Cookshire  sportsmen  saw  "big  snake" 

Through  Alden's  glass. 

And  thots  of  serpents  make  me  quake 

From  head  to  cass." 

I  gave  my  guide  a  social  wink. 

And  started  on,  is  cha  ro  blink. 

Till  my  exuberance,  I  think. 

Broke  into  song: 

I  said  "good  evening"  to  the  "Mink," 

And  passed  along. 

The  air  was  keen,  the  night  was  bright. 

And  in  the  north  that  mystic  light, 

(In  my  exaggerated  sight) 

Was  one  to  please; 

The  whole  suggested  yellow,  white 

Or  greenish  cheese  I 


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I  gained  momentum  down  the  ridge, 

A«d  jumped  John  Moggiah's  hump-backed  bridge: 

Then  cliirHed  the  mountain,  hedge  by  hedge. 

Unto  the  crest. 

And  thought  it  there  my  privilege 

To  take  a  rest. 

I  could  not  find  the  mountain  store 
Which  Channel  mentioned  in  his  leor. 
My  vision's  better  than  before, 
I  really  think: 

Aye,  C accounts  for  one  or  more 

And  he  don't  drink. 

But  stores  aside,  I  wandered  on 

To  where  the  school  house  windows  shone, 

Altho'  there  seemed  to  me  but  one 

A  dancing  glare: 

I  thought  the  northern  lights  were  on 

The  programme  there. 

And  just  within,  O  "hully  geel" 

Is  that  a  single  Christmas  tree. 

Or  is  my  vision  still  aglee> 

For  lack  of  breath — 

A  moving  forest  do  I  see 

As  saw  Macbeth  > 


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And  better  still  the  forest  gleams 
With  all  a  youngster  most  esteems; 
A  greater  crop,  as  groaning  beams 
Did  there  attest 

Than  Tupper  saw  in  wildest  dreams 
Of  wheat  out  West. 


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And  bachelors  (might  they  be  fewer)  I 
I  thought  I'd  see  you  single,  sure. 
But  there  they  sit,  at  least  a  score. 
On  benches  stuck; 
Each  one  a  wilted,  lone  wall  flower 
Awaiting  pluck. 


We  pray  you.  O  assultin  Turk, 

So  noted  for  unholy  work. 

To  send  his  devilship  your  clerk 

Across  the  seas: 

To  drive  our  single  men  to  kirk 

With  marriage  fees. 


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Or  send  Armenians  not  yet  dead 

And  take  our  bachelors  instead; 

Should  you  then  hanker  for  their  head 

Just  plant  their  hide: 

And  thus  avoid  that  hellish  dread 

Infanticide! 


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Another  Finlay  like  your  own,  you'll  never  know. 


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A  CHRISTMAS  DREAM 

Behold!  I've  reason  now  to  stare  I 

For  are  there  not  two  Finlays  there» 

And  only  one  on  earth  I  swear — 

Come  o£F  my  hat  I 

A  worthier  to  fill  a  chair 

Has  never  sat 

Red  Mountain,  thy  neglect  condone- 
Within  that  "chair"  your  bard  enthrone: 
Instead  of  bread,  don't  give  a  stone 
As  others  do— 
Another  Finlay  like  your  own 
You'll  never  know. 

Sweet  singer!  may  your  mother  tongue. 
Embellished  by  thy  gift  of  song. 
Be  ever  heard  the  clans  among 
While  print  is  read — 
May  future  bards  thy  notes  prolong 
When  thou  art  dead. 

Thus  on  and  on,  while  cycles  roll. 

May  Gaelic — language  of  the  soul 

Be  heard  in  song  from  pole  to  pole. 

From  east  to  west. 

Until  the  final  iempests  bowl 

This  earth  to  rest! 


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Concluding — I  would  humbly  ask 
All  hypocrites  to  shun  the  task 
Of  shooting  from  behind  a  mask 
Their  fellow  men — 
And  help  us  all  to  fling  our  flask 
To  Hinnom's  glen! 

We've  heard  the  loud,  despairinfr  moan 
Of  sinners,  reaping  what  they've  sown. 
In  midnight  fields  with  thistles  grown 
Where  devils  glean. 
Yet  let  the  first  to  cast  a  stone 
Himself  be  clean. 

No  living  mortal  can  invite 

The  gaze  of  creatures  who  delight 

In  showing  spots  upon  the  white 

Which  God  hath  gi'en. 

Alas,  alaa,  a  little  spite 

Will  find  the  stain. 

But  who's  to  judge?  The  serpent's  there. 
In  every  breast  that  breathes  the  air. 
Though  some  with  skill  and  acting  rare 
His  form  conceal; 

While  others  full  to  view  must  wear 
The  squirming  eel  I 


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